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AROUND THE WORLD 
IN EIGHTY DAYS 



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CONTENTS 


CHAPTER page 

I. In which :^ileas Fogg and Passepartout 
Accept Each Other, the One as Master, 

THE Other as Man i 

II. In which Passepartout is Convinced that 

He has At Last Found His Ideal . . 8 

III. In which a Conversation Takes Place 

WHICH Seems Likely to Cost Phileas 
Fogg Dear *13 

IV. In which Phileas Fogg Astounds Passe- 

partout, His Servant 23 

V. In which a New Species of Funds, Unknown 

TO THE Monied Men, Appears on ’Change . 29 

VI. In which Fix, the Detective, Betrays a 

Very Natural Impatience . . . . 34 

VII. Which Once More Demonstrates the Use- 
lessness OF Passports as Aids to De- 
tectives 41 

VIII. In which Passepartout Talks Rather More, 

Perhaps, than is Prudent .... 46 

IX. In which the Red Sea and the Indian 
Ocean Prove Propitious to the Designs of 

Phileas Fogg 52 

X. In which Passepartout is Only Too Glad 

to Get off with the Loss of His Shoes . 60 

XI. In which Phileas Fogg Secures a Curious 
Means of Conveyance at a Fabulous 
Price 67 


VI 


CONTENTS. 


CHAPTER 

XII. 

XIII. 

XIV. 

XV. 

XVI. 

XVII. 

XVIII. 

XIX. 

XX. 

XXI. 

XXII. 

XXIII. 

XXIV. 

XXV. 


In which Phileas Fogg and His Companions 
Venture Across the Indian Forests, and 

What Ensued 

In which Passepartout Receives a New 
Proof that Fortune Favours the Brave . 
In which Phileas Fogg Descends the Whole 
Length of the Beautiful Valley of the 
Ganges, without ever Thinking of See- 
ing IT 

In which the Bag of Bank-notes Disgorges 
Some Thousands of Pounds More . 

In which Fix Does Not Seem to Under- 
stand IN THE Least What is Said to Him 
Showing what Happened on the Voyage 
FROM Singapore to Hong Kong . 

In which Phileas Fogg, Passepartout, and 
Fix Go Each About His Business 
In which Passepartout Takes a Too Great 
Interest in His Master, and What Comes 

OF IT 

In which Fix Comes Face to Face with 

Phileas Fogg 

In which the Master of the “Tankadere” 
Runs Great Risk of Losing a Reward of 

Two Hundred Pounds 

In which Passepartout Finds Out That, 
Even at the Antipodes, it is Convenient 
TO Have Some Money in One’s Pocket 
In which Passepartout’s Nose Becomes 

Outrageously Long 

During which Mr. Fogg and Party Cross 

THE Pacific Ocean 

In which a Slight Glimpse is Had of San 
Francisco 


PAGE 

79 

89 

99 

108 

118 

126 

135 

142 

153 

162 

174 

184 

194 


203 


CHAPTER 

XXVI. 

XXVII. 

XXVIII. 

XXIX. 

XXX. 

XXXI. 

XXXII. 

XXXIII. 

XXXIV. 

XXXV. 

XXXVI. 

XXXVII. 


CONTENTS. 


In which Phileas Fogg and Party Travel 
BY THE Pacific Railroad .... 

In which Passepartout Undergoes, at a 
Speed of Twenty Miles an Hour, a 
Course of Mormon History 
In which Passepartout Does Not Succeed 
IN Making Anybody Listen to Reason . 
In which Certain Incidents are Narrated 
Which Are Only to be Met With on 
American Railroads 

In which Phileas Fogg Simply Does His 

Duty 

In which Fix the Detective Considerably 
Furthers the Interests of Phileas Fogg 
In which Phileas Fogg Engages in a Direct 
Struggle With Bad Fortune 
In which Phileas Fogg Shows Himself 
Equal to the Occasion .... 
In which Phileas Fogg at Last Reaches 

London 

In which Phileas Fogg Does Not Have 
TO Repeat His Orders to Passepartout 

Twice 

In which Phileas Fogg^s Name is Once 
More at a Premium on ’Change 
In which it is Shown that Phileas Fogg 
Gained Nothing by His Journey Around 
THE World, Unless it Were Happiness . 


vii 

PAGE 

213 

221 

230 

242 

252 

263 

272 

278 

290 

295 

304 

310 


LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 


Jules Verne . . . ' Frontispiece 

FACING 

PAGE 

The Inspector of Police . . 34 

The bayaderes at Bombay 62 

Is Your Honor looking for a boat? 152 

Passepartout went out muffled up in an old Japanese robe . 182 
If Fix had not, devotedly, received the blow . . . 206 

A herd of from ten to twelve thousand head block the railroad 214 

I should play a diamond 240 

The travellers, pressed against one another .... 262 
With dishevelled hair, hatless, running, running . . . 306 

Jean Passepartout 10 

Passepartout, not at all frightened 102 

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AROUND THE WORLD IN 
EIGHTY DAYS 

CHAPTER I 

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT AC- 
CEPT EACH OTHER^ THE ONE AS MASTER^ THE 
OTHER AS MAN 

Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville 
Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sher- 
idan died in 1814. He was one of the most noticeable 
members of the Reform Club, though he seemed 
always to avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical 
personage, about whom little was known, except that 
he was a polished man of the world. People said that 
he resembled Byron, — at least that his head was 
Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who 
might live on a thousand years without growing old. 

Certainly an Englishman it was more doubtful 
whether Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He was 
never seen on ’Change, nor at the Bank, nor in the 
counting-rooms of the “ City ; ” no . ships ever came 
into London docks of which he was the owner ; he had 
no public employment ; he had never been entered at 


2 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or 
Lincoln’s Inn, or Gray’s Inn; nor had his voice ever 
resounded in the Court of Chancery, or in the Ex- 
chequer, or the Queen’s Bench, or the Ecclesiastical 
Courts. He certainly was not a manufacturer; nor 
was he a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His name 
was strange to the scientific and learned societies, and 
he never was known to take part in the sage deliber- 
ations of the Royal Institution or the London Insti- 
tution, the Artisan’s Association or the Institution of 
Arts and Sciences. He belonged, in fact, to none of 
the numerous societies which swarm in the English 
capital, from the Harmonic to that of the Entomolo- 
gists, founded mainly for the purpose of abolishing 
pernicious insects. 

Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform, and 
that was all. 

The way in which he got admission to this exclu- 
sive club was simple enough. 

He was recommended by the Barings, with whom 
he had an open credit. His checks were regularly 
paid at sight from his account current, which was 
always flush. 

Was Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtedly. But those 
who knew him best could not imagine how he had 
made his fortune, and Mr. Fogg was the last person 
to whom to apply for the information. He was not 
lavish, nor, on the contrary, avaricious; for when- 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


3 


ever he knew that money was needed for a noble, 
useful, or benevolent purpose, he supplied it quietly, 
and sometimes anonymously. He was, in short, the 
least communicative of men. He talked very little, 
and seemed all the more mysterious for his taciturn 
manner. His daily habits were quite open to obser- 
vation; but whatever he did was so exactly the same 
thing that he had always done before, that the wits of 
the curious were fairly puzzled. 

Had he travelled? It was likely, for no one 
seemed to know the world more familiarly ; there was 
no spot so secluded that he did not appear to have an 
intimate acquaintance with it. He often corrected, 
with a few clear words, the thousand conjectures ad- 
vanced by members of the club as to lost and unheard- 
of travellers, pointing out the true probabilities, and 
seeming as if gifted with a sort of second sight, so 
often did events justify his predictions. He must 
have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit. 

It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had not 
absented himself from London for many years. Those 
who were honoured by a better acquaintance with 
him than the rest, declared that nobody could pretend 
to have ever seen him anywhere else. His sole pas- 
times were reading the papers and playing whist. He 
often won at this game, which, as a silent one, har- 
monized with his nature ; but his winnings never went 
into his purse, being reserved as a fund for his char- 


4 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


ities. Mr. Fogg played, not to win, but for the sake 
of playing. The game was in his eyes a contest, a 
struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, unweary- 
ing struggle, congenial to his tastes. 

Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or 
children, which may happen to the most honest peo- 
ple ; either relatives or near friends, which is certainly 
more unusual. He lived alone in his house in Saville 
Row, whither none penetrated. A single domestic 
sufficed to serve him. He breakfasted and dined at 
the club, at hours mathematically fixed, in the same 
room, at the same table, never taking his meals with 
other members, much less bringing a guest with 
him; and went home at exactly midnight, only to re- 
tire at once to bed. He never used the cosy chambers 
which the Reform provides for its favoured members. 
He passed ten hours out of the twenty-four in Saville 
Row, either in sleeping or making his toilet. When 
he chose to take a walk, it was with a regular step in 
the entrance hall with its mosaic flooring, or in the 
circular gallery with its dome supported by twenty 
red porphyry Ionic columns, and illumined by blue 
painted windows. When he breakfasted or dined, all 
the resources of the club — its kitchens and pantries, 
its buttery and dairy — aided to crowd his table with 
their most succulent stores; he was served by the 
gravest waiters, in dress coats, and shoes with swan- 
skin soles, who proffered the viands in special por- 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 5 


celain, and on the finest linen; club decanters, of a lost 
mould, contained his sherry, his port, and his cinna- 
mon-spiced claret; while his beverages were refresh- 
ingly cooled with ice, brought at great cost from the 
American lakes. 

If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be 
confessed that there is something good in eccen- 
tricity ! 

The mansion in Saville Row, though not sumptu- 
ous, was exceedingly comfortable. The habits of its 
occupant were such as to demand but little from the 
sole domestic; but Phileas Fogg required him to be 
almost superhumanly prompt and regular. On this 
very 2d of October he had dismissed James Forster, 
because that luckless youth had brought him shaving 
water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of 
eighty-six; and he was awaiting his successor, who 
was due at the house between eleven and half-past. 

Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his arm-chair, 
his feet close together like those of a grenadier on 
parade, his hands resting on his knees, his body 
straight, his head erect; he was steadily watching a 
complicated clock which indicated the hours, the 
minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the 
years. At exactly half-past eleven Mr. Fogg would, 
according to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and 
repair to the Reform. 

A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the 


6 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


cosy apartment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and 
James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared. 

“ The new servant,’' said he. 

A young man of thirty advanced and bowed. 

“ You are a Frenchman, I believe,” asked Phileas 
Fogg, ‘‘and your name is John?” 

“Jean, if monsieur pleases,” replied the new-comer, 
“Jean Passepartout, a surname which has clung to 
me because I have a natural aptness for going out of 
one business into another. I believe I’m honest, 
monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I’ve had several trades. 
I’ve been an itinerant singer, a circus-rider, when I 
used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like 
Blondin. Then I got to be a professor of gymnastics, 
so as to make better use of my talents; and then I 
was a sergeant fireman at Paris, and assisted at many 
a big fire. But I quitted France five years ago, and, 
wishing to taste the sweets of domestic life, took 
service as a valet here in England. Finding myself 
out of place, and hearing that Monsieur Phileas Fogg 
was the most exact and settled gentleman in the 
United Kingdom, I have come to monsieur in the 
hope of living with him a tranquil life, and forgetting 
even the name of Passepartout.” 

“ Passepartout suits me,” responded Mr. Fogg. 
“ You are well recommended to me ; I hear a good 
report of you. You know my conditions? ” 

“ Yes, monsieur.” 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 7 


Good. What time is it ? 

‘‘ Twenty-two minutes after eleven/’ returned 
Passepartout, drawing an enormous silver watch from 
the depths of his pocket. 

“ You are too slow,” said Mr. Fogg. 

Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible ” 

“You are four minutes too slow. No matter; it’s 
enough to mention the error. Now from this 
moment, twenty-nine minutes after eleven, a.m., this 
Wednesday, October 2nd, you are in my service.” 

Phileas Fogg got up, took his hat in his left hand, 
put it on his head with an automatic motion, and went 
off without a word. 

Passepartout heard the street door shut once ; 
it was his new master going out. He heard it shut 
again; it was his predecessor, James Forster, depart- 
ing in his turn. Passepartout remained alone in the 
house in Saville Row. 


CHAPTER II 


IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE 
HAS AT LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL 

Faith/' muttered Passepartout, somewhat flur- 
ried, IVe seen people at Madame Tussaud’s as lively 
as my new master ! " 

Madame Tussaud’s people,” let it be said, are of 
wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all 
that is wanting to make them human. 

During his brief, interview with Mr. Fogg, Passe- 
partout had been carefully observing him. He 
appeared to be a man about forty years of age, with 
fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-shaped figure ; 
his hair and whiskers were light, his forehead com- 
pact and unwrinkled, his face rather pale, his teeth 
magnificent. His countenance possessed in the high- 
est degree what physiognomists call ‘‘ repose in 
action,” a quality of those who act rather than talk. 
Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye, Mr. Fogg 
seemed a perfect type of that English composure 
which Angelica Kauffmann has so skillfully repre- 
sented on canvas. Seen in the various phases of his 
daily life, he gave the idea of being perfectly well- 
balanced, as exactly regulated as a Leroy chronometer. 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


9 


Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude personified, and 
this was betrayed even in the expression of his very 
hands and feet ; for in men, as well as in animals, the 
limbs themselves are expressive of the passions. 

He was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was 
always ready, and was economical alike of his steps 
and his motions. He never took one step too many, 
and always went to his destination by the shortest cut ; 
he made no superfluous gestures, and was never seen 
to be moved or agitated. He was the most deliberate 
person in the world, yet always reached his destina- 
tion at the exact moment. 

He lived alone, and so to speak, outside of every 
social relation; and as he knew that in this world 
account must be taken of friction, and that friction 
retards, he never rubbed against anybody. 

As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of 
Paris. Since he had abandoned his own country for 
England, taking service as a valet, he had in vain 
searched for a master after his own heart. Passe- 
partout was by no means one of those pert dunces 
depicted by Moliere, with a bold gaze and a nose held 
high in the air; he was an honest fellow, with a 
pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft-mannered 
and serviceable, with a good round head, such as one 
likes to see on the shoulders of a friend. His eyes 
were blue, his complexion rubicund, his figure almost 
portly and well built, his body muscular, and his 


10 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


physical powers fully developed by the exercises of 
his younger days. His brown hair was somewhat 
tumbled; for while the ancient sculptors are said to 
have known eighteen methods of arranging Minerva’s 
tresses, Passepartout was familiar with but one of 
dressing his own : three strokes of a large-tooth comb 
completed his toilet. 

It would be rash to predict how Passepartout’s 
lively nature would agree with Mr. Fogg. It was 
impossible to tell whether the new servant would 
turn out as absolutely methodical as his master 
required; experience alone could solve the question. 
Passepartout had been a sort of vagrant in his early 
years, and now yearned for repose ; but so far he had 
failed to find it, though he had already served in ten 
English houses. But he could not take root in any of 
these; with chagrin he found his masters invari- 
ably whimsical and irregular, constantly running 
about the country, or on the look-out for adventure. 
His last master, young Lord Longferry, Member of 
Parliament, after passing his nights in the Haymarket 
taverns, was too often brought home in the morning 
on policemen’s shoulders. Passepartout, desirous of 
respecting the gentleman whom he served, ventured a 
mild remonstrance on such conduct; which being ill 
received, he took his leave. Hearing that Mr. Phileas 
Fogg was looking for a servant, and that his life was 
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nor stayed from home overnight, he felt sure that this 
would be the place he was after. He presented him- 
self, and was accepted, as has been seen. 

At half-past eleven, then. Passepartout found him- 
self alone in the house in Saville Row. He began its 
inspection without delay, scouring it from cellar to 
garret. So clean, well-arranged, solemn a mansion 
pleased him; it seemed to him like a snail’s shell, 
lighted and warmed by gas, which sufficed for both 
these purposes. When Passepartout reached the 
second story, he recognized at once the room which 
he was to inhabit, and he was well satisfied with it. 
Electric bells and speaking-tubes afforded communi- 
cation with the lower stories; while on the mantel 
stood an electric clock, precisely like that in Mr. 
Fogg’s bedchamber, both beating the same second at 
the same instant. “ That’s good, that’ll do,” said 
Passepartout to himself. 

He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card 
which, upon inspection, proved to be a programme of 
the daily routine of the house. It comprised all that 
was required of the servant, from eight in the morn- 
ing, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg rose, till 
half-past eleven, when he left the house for the 
Reform Club, — all the details of service, the tea and 
toast at twenty-three minutes past eight, the shaving- 
water at thirty-seven minutes past nine, and the toilet 
at twenty minutes before ten. Everything was reg- 


12 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


ulated and foreseen that was to be dene from half' 
past eleven a.m. till midnight, the hour at which the 
methodical gentleman retired. 

Mr. Fogg’s wardrobe was amply supplied and in the 
best taste. Each pair of trousers, coat, and vest bore 
a number, indicating the time of year and season at 
which they were in turn to be laid out for wearing; 
and the same system was applied to the master’s shoes. 
In short, the house in Saville Row, which must have 
been a very temple of disorder and unrest under the 
illustrious but dissipated Sheridan, was cosiness, com- 
fort, and method idealized. There was no study, nor 
were there books, which would have been quite use- 
less to Mr. Fogg ; for at the Reform two libraries, one 
of general literature and the other of law and politics, 
were at his service. A moderate-sized safe stood in 
his bedroom, constructed so as to defy fire as well as 
burglars ; but Passepartout found neither arms nor 
hunting weapons anywhere; everything betrayed the 
most tranquil and peaceable habits. 

Having scrutinized the house from top to bottom, 
he rubbed his hands, a broad smile overspread his 
features, and he said joyfully, ‘‘This is just what I 
wanted ! Ah, we shall get on together, Mr. Fogg and 
I ! What a domestic and regular gentleman ! A real 
machine; well, I don’t mind serving a machine.” 


CHAPTER - III 


IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH 
SEEMS LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS FOGG DEAR 

Phileas Fogg, having shut the door of his house 
at half-past eleven, and having put his right foot 
before his left five hundred and seventy-five times, 
and his left foot before his right five hundred and 
seventy-six times, reached the Reform Club, an impos- 
ing edifice in Pall Mall, which could not have cost 
less than three millions. He repaired at once to the 
dining-room, the nine windows of which open upon 
a tasteful garden, where the trees were already gilded 
with an autumn colouring; and took his place at the 
habitual table, the cover of which had already been 
laid for him. His breakfast consisted of a side-dish, 
a broiled fish with Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of 
roast beef garnished with mushrooms, a rhubarb and 
gooseberry tart, and a morsel of Cheshire cheese, the 
whole being washed down with several cups of tea, for 
which the Reform is famous. He rose at thirteen 
minutes to one, and directed his steps towards the 
large hall, a sumptuous apartment adorned with lav- 
ishly-framed paintings. A flunkey handed him an 


14 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


uncut Times, which he proceeded to cut with a skill 
which betrayed familiarity with this delicate opera- 
tion. The perusal of this paper absorbed Phileas 
Fogg until a quarter before four, whilst the Standard, 
his next task, occupied him till the dinner hour. Din- 
ner passed as breakfast had done, and Mr. Fogg 
reappeared in the reading-room and sat down to the 
Pall Mall at twenty minutes before six. Half an 
hour later several members of the Reform came in 
and drew up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was 
steadily burning. They were Mr. Fogg’s usual part- 
ners at whist: Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John 
Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, bankers ; Thomas 
Flanagan, a brewer; and Gauthier Ralph, one of the 
Directors of the Bank of England; — all rich and 
highly respectable personages, even in a club which 
comprises the princes of English trade and finance. 

“ Well, Ralph,” said Thomas Flanagan, ‘‘ what 
about that robbery ? ” 

“Oh,” replied Stuart, “the bank will lose the 
money.” 

“ On the contrary,” broke in Ralph, “ I hope we 
may put our hands on the robber. Skillful detectives 
have been sent to all the principal ports of America 
and the Continent, and he’ll be a clever fellow if he 
slips through their fingers.” 

“ But have you got the robber’s description ? ” asked 
Stuart. 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 15 


In the first place, he is no robber at all,'’ returned 
Ralph, positively. 

“ What ! a fellow who makes off with fifty-five 
thousand pounds, no robber ? ” 

‘‘ No.” 

“ Perhaps he’s a manufacturer, then.” 

“ The Daily Telegraph says that he is a gentleman.” 

It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from 
behind his newspapers, who made this remark. He 
bowed to his friends, and entered into the conversa- 
tion. The affair which formed its subject, and which 
was town talk, had occurred three days before at the 
Bank of England. A package of bank-notes, to the 
value of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been taken 
from the principal cashier’s table, that functionary 
being at the moment engaged in registering the 
receipt of three shillings and sixpence. Of course he 
could not have his eyes everywhere. Let it be 
observed that the Bank of England reposes a touch- 
ing confidence in the honesty of the public. There are 
neither guards nor gratings to protect its treasures; 
gold, silver, bank notes are freely exposed, at the 
mercy of the first comer. A keen observer of 
English customs relates that, being in one of the 
rooms of the Bank one day, he had the curiosity to 
examine a gold ingot weighing some seven or eight 
pounds. He took it up, scrutinized it, passed it to 
his neighbour, he to the next man, and so on until 


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the ingot, going from hand to hand, was transferred 
to the end of a dark entry; nor did it return to its 
place for half an hour. Meanwhile, the cashier had 
not so much as raised his head. But in the present 
instance things had not gone so smoothly. The 
package of notes not being found when five o’clock 
sounded from the ponderous clock in the “ drawing 
office,” the amount was passed to the account of profit 
and loss. As soon as the robbery was discovered, 
picked detectives hastened off to Liverpool, Glasgow, 
Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York, and other ports, 
inspired by the proffered reward of two thousand 
pounds, and five per cent, on the sum that might be 
recovered. Detectives were also charged with nar- 
rowly watching those who arrived at or left London 
by rail, and a judicial examination was at once 
entered upon. 

There were real grounds for supposing, as the 
Daily Telegraph said, that the thief did not belong to 
a professional band. On the day of the robbery a 
well-dressed gentleman of polished manners, and 
with a well-to-do air, had been observed going to 
and fro in the paying-room, where the crime was 
committed. A description of him was easily procured 
and sent to the detectives ; and some hopeful spirits, of 
whom Ralph was one, did not despair of his appre- 
hension. The papers and clubs were full of the 
affair, and everywhere people were discussing the 


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probabilities of a successful pursuit; and the Reform 
Club was especially agitated, several of its members 
being Bank officials. 

Ralph would not concede that the work of the 
detectives was likely to be in vain, for he thought 
that the prize offered would greatly stimulate their 
zeal and activity. But Stuart was far from sharing 
this confidence; and as they placed themselves at the 
whist-table, they continued to argue the matter. 
Stuart and Flanagan played together, while Phileas 
Fogg had Fallentin for his partner. As the game pro- 
ceeded the conversation ceased, excepting between the 
rubbers, when it revived again. 

“ I maintain,'’ said Stuart, that the chances are 
in favour of the thief, who must be a shrewd fellow." 

“ Well, but where can he fly to ? " asked Ralph. 
“ No country is safe for him." 

‘‘ Pshaw!" 

Where could he go, then ? " 

Oh, I don’t know that. The world is big 
enough." 

“ It was once,” said Phileas Fogg, in a low tone. 

Cut, sir," he added, handing the cards to Thomas 
Flanagan. 

The discussion fell during the rubber, after which 
Stuart took up its thread. 

What do you mean by ' once ’ ? Has the world 
grown smaller?" 


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^‘Certainly/' returned Ralph. “I agree with Mr. 
Fogg. The world has grown smaller, since a man 
can now go round it ten times more quickly than a 
hundred years ago. And that is why the search for 
this thief will be more likely to succeed.” 

“And also why the thief can get away more 
easily.” 

“ Be so good as to play, Mr. Stuart,” said Phileas 
Fogg. 

But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and 
when the hand was finished, said eagerly: “ You have 
a strange way, Ralph, of proving that the world has 
grown smaller. So, because you can go round it in 
three months — ” 

“ In eighty days,” interrupted Phileas Fogg. 

“ That is true, gentlemen,” added John Sullivan. 
“ Only eighty days, now that the section between 
Rothal and Allahabad, on the Great Indian Peninsula 
Railway, has been opened. Here is the estimate made 
by the Daily Telegraph : — 

From London to Suez via Mont Cenis 
and Brindisi, by rail and steamboats 7 days. 
From Suez to Bombay, by steamer . 13 ” 

From Bombay to Calcutta, by rail . 3 ” 

From Calcutta to Hong Kong, by 

steamer 13 ” 

From Hong Kong to Yokohama 

(Japan), by steamer 6 ” 


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From Yokohama to San Franciso, by 

steamer 22 days. 

From San Francisco to New York, by 

rail 7 

From New York to London, by 

steamer and rail 9 ” 

Total ... 80 days. 

Yes, in eighty days ! ’’ exclaimed Stuart, who in 

his excitement made a false deal. But that doesn’t 
take into account bad weather, contrary winds, ship- 
wrecks, railway accidents, and so on.” 

“ All included,” returned Phileas Fogg, continuing 
to play despite the discussion. 

‘‘ But suppose the Hindoos or Indians pull up the 
rails,” replied Stuart ; “ suppose they stop the trains, 
pillage the luggage-vans, and scalp the passengers ! ” 
All included,” calmly retorted Fogg: adding, as he 
threw down the cards, Two trumps.” 

Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered them 
up, and went on: ''You are right theoretically, Mr. 
Fogg, but practically — ” 

" Practically also, Mr. Stuart.” 

" I’d like to see you do it in eighty days.” 

" It depends on you. Shall we go ? ” 

" Heaven preserve me ! But I would wager four 
thousand pounds that such a journey, made under 
these conditions, is impossible.” 


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“Quite possible, on the contrary,” returned Mr. 
Fogg. 

“Well, make it, then!” 

“The journey round the world in eighty days?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ I should like nothing better.” 

“ When?” 

“At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at 
your expense.” 

“ It’s absurd 1 ” cried Stuart, who was beginning to 
be annoyed at the persistency of his friend. “ Come, 
let’s go on with the game.” 

“ Deal over again, then,” said Phileas Fogg. 
“ There’s a false deal.” 

Stuart took up the pack with a feverish hand ; then 
suddenly put them down again. 

“ Well, Mr. Fogg,” said he, “ it shall be so : I will 
wager the four thousand on it.” 

“ Calm yourself, my dear Stuart,” said Fallentin. 
“ It’s only a joke.” 

“ When I say I’ll wager,” returned Stuart, “ I 
mean it.” 

“All right,” said Mr. Fogg; and, turning to the 
others, he continued, “ I have a deposit of twenty 
thousand at Baring’s which I will willingly risk 
upon it.” 

“Twenty thousand pounds!” cried Sullivan. 


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'‘Twenty thousand pounds, which you would lose by 
a single accidental delay ! 

“ The unforeseen does not exist,” quietly replied 
Phileas Fogg. 

“ But, Mr. Fogg, eighty days are only the estimate 
of the least possible time in which the journey can be 
made.” 

“ A well-used minimum suffices for everything.” 

“ But, in order not to exceed it, you must jump 
mathematically from the trains upon the steamers, and 
from the steamers upon the trains again.” 

“ I will jump — mathematically.” 

“ You are joking.” 

“A true Englishman doesn’t joke when he is talk- 
ing about so serious a thing as a wager,” replied 
Phileas Fogg, solemnly. “ I will bet twenty thousand 
pounds against any one who wishes, that I will make 
a tour of the world in eighty days or less ; in nineteen 
hundred and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen 
thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept ? ” 

“ We accept,” replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sul- 
livan, Flanagan, and Ralph, after consulting each 
other. 

“ Good,” said Mr. Fogg. “ The train leaves for 
Dover at a quarter before nine. I will take it.” 

“ This very evening? ” asked Stuart. 

“ This very evening,” returned Phileas Fogg. He 
took out and consulted a pocket almanac, and added, 


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“ As to-day is Wednesday, the second of October, I 
shall be due in London, in this very room of the 
Reform Club, on Saturday, the twenty-first of Decem- 
ber, at a quarter before nine p.m. ; or else the twenty 
thousand pounds, now deposited in my name at 
Baring’s will belong to you, in fact and in right, gen- 
tlemen. Here is a check for the amount.” 

A memorandum of the wager was at once drawn 
up and signed by the six parties, during which Phileas 
Fogg preserved a stoical composure. He certainly 
did not bet to win, and had only staked the twenty 
thousand pounds, half of his fortune, because he fore- 
saw that he might have to expend the other half to 
carry out this difficult, not to say unattainable, pro- 
ject. As for his antagonists, they seemed much 
agitated; not so much by the value of their stake, as 
because they had some scruples about betting under 
conditions so difficult to their friend. 

The clock struck seven, and the party offered to 
suspend the game so that Mr. Fogg might make his 
preparations for departure. 

“ I am quite ready now,” was his tranquil response. 
Diamonds are trumps : be so good as to play, gen- 
tlemea.” 


CHAPTER IV 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEPARTOUT, 
HIS SERVANT 

Having won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave 
of his friends, Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes 
past seven, left the Reform Club. 

Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the 
programme of his duties, was more than surprised to 
see his master guilty of the inexactness of appearing 
at this unaccustomed hour; for, according to rule, he 
was not due in Saville Row until precisely midnight. 

Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out. 

Passepartout ! ’’ 

Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who 
was called ; it was not the right hour. 

Passepartout ! ” repeated Mr. Fogg, without 
raising his voice. 

Passepartout made his appearance. 

“ IVe called you twice,” observed his master. 

“ But it is not midnight,” responded the other, 
showing his watch. 

“ I know it; I don’t blame you. We start for Dover 
and Calais in ten minutes.” 


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A puzzled grin overspread Passepartout’s round 
face; clearly he had not comprehended his master. 
Monsieur is going to leave home ? ” 

“ Yes,” returned Phileas Fogg. “ We are going 
round the world.” 

Passepartout opened wide his eyes, raised his eye- 
brows, held up his hands, and seemed about to col- 
lapse, so overcome was he with stupefied astonishment. 

“ Round the world ! ” he murmured- 
In eighty days,” responded Mr. Fogg. “ So we 
haven’t a moment to lose.” 

“ But the trunks ? ” gasped Passepartout, uncon- 
sciously swaying his head from right to left. 

“ We’ll have no trunks ; only a carpet-bag, with 
two shirts and three pairs of stockings for me, and 
the same for you. We’ll buy our clothes on the way. 
Bring down my mackintosh and travelling-cloak, and 
some stout shoes, though we shall do little walking. 
Make haste ! ” 

Passepartout tried to reply, but could not. He w^ent 
out, mounted to his own room, fell into a chair, and 
muttered : “ That’s good, that is ! And I, who wanted 
to remain quiet ! ” 

He mechanically set about making the preparations 
for departure. Around the world in eighty days! 
Was his master a fool? No. Was this a joke, then? 
They were going to Dover; good. To Calais; good 
again. After all. Passepartout, who had been away 


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from France five years, would not be sorry to set 
foot on his native soil again. Perhaps they would go 
as far as Paris, and it would do his eyes good to see 
Paris once more. But surely a gentleman so chary 
of his steps would stop there; no doubt, — ^but, then, 
it was none the less true that he was going away, 
this so domestic person hitherto! 

By eight o’clock Passepartout had packed the 
modest carpet-bag, containing the wardrobes of his 
master and himself; then, still troubled in mind, he 
carefully shut the door of his room, and descended to 
Mr. Fogg. 

Mr. Fogg was quite ready. Under his arm might 
have been observed a red-bound copy of “ Bradshaw’s 
Continental Railway Steam Transit and General 
Guide,” with its time-tables showing the arrival and 
departure of steamers and railways. He took the 
carpet-bag, opened it, and slipped into it a goodly roll 
of Bank of England notes, which would pass wherever 
he might go. 

‘‘You have forgotten nothing?” asked he. 

“ Nothing, monsieur.” 

“ My mackintosh and cloak ? ” 

“ Here they are.” 

“Good. Take this carpet-bag,” handing it to 
Passepartout. “ Take good care of it, for there are 
twenty thousand pounds in it.” 

Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the 


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twenty thousand pounds were in gold, and weighed 
him down. 

Master and man then descended, the street-door 
was double-locked, and at the end of Saville Row 
they took a cab and drove rapidly to Charing Cross. 
The cab stopped before the railway station at twenty 
minutes past eight. Passepartout jumped off the box 
and followed his master, who, after paying the cab- 
man, was about to enter the station, when a poor 
beggar-woman, with a child in her arms, her naked 
feet smeared with mud, her head covered with a 
wretched bonnet, from which hung a tattered feather, 
and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl, 
approached, and mournfully asked for alms. 

Mr. Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just 
won at whist, and handed them to the beggar, saying, 
** Here, my good woman. I’m glad that I met you 
and passed on. 

Passepartout had a moist sensation about the eyes; 
his master’s action touched his susceptible heart. 

Two first-class tickets for Paris having been 
speedily purchased, Mr. Fogg was crossing the station 
to the train, when he perceived his five friends of the 
Reform. 

Well, gentlemen,” said he, “ I’m off, you see ; and 
if you will examine my passport when I get back, you 
will be able to judge whether I have accomplished the 
journey agreed upon.” 


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Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr. Fogg,” 
said Ralph, politely. ** We will trust your word, as 
a gentleman of honour.” 

“You do not forget when you are due in London 
again ? ” asked Stuart. 

“ In eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of Decem- 
ber, 1872, at a quarter before nine p.m. Good-bye, 
gentlemen.” 

Phileas Fogg and his servant seated themselves in 
a first-class carriage at twenty minutes before nine; 
five minutes later the whistle screamed, and the train 
slowly glided out of the station. 

The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was 
falling. Phileas Fogg, snugly ensconced in his cor- 
ner, did not open his lips. Passepartout, not yet 
recovered from his stupefaction, clung mechanically 
to the carpet-bag, with its enormous treasure. 

Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham, 
Passepartout suddenly uttered a cry of despair. 

“What’s the matter?” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“ Alas ! In my hurry — I — forgot — ” 

“ What?” 

“To turn off the gas in my room! ” 

“ Very well, young man,” returned Mr. Fogg, 
coolly ; “ it will burn — at your expense.” 


CHAPTER V 


IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO 
THE MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON ^CHANGE 

Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure 
from London would create a lively sensation at the 
West End. The news of the bet spread through the 
Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of con- 
versation to its members. From the Club it soon got 
into the papers throughout England. The boasted 
“ tour of the world ” was talked about, disputed, 
argued with as much warmth as if the subject were 
another Alabama claim. Some took sides with 
Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook their heads 
and declared against him; it was absurd, impossible, 
they declared, that the tour of the world could be 
made, except theoretically and on paper, in this mini- 
mum of time, and with the existing means of travel- 
ling. The Times, Standard, Morning Post, and Daily 
News, and twenty other highly respectable news- 
, papers scouted Mr. Fogg’s project as madness; the 
Daily Telegraph alone hesitatingly supported him. 
People in general thought him a lunatic, and blamed 
his Reform Club friends for having accepted a wager 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


29 


which betrayed the mental aberration of its pro- 
poser. 

Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on 
the question, for geography is one of the pet subjects 
of the English; and the columns devoted to Phileas 
Fogg’s venture were eagerly devoured by all classes 
of readers. At first some rash individuals, principally 
of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which became 
still more popular when the Illustrated London News 
came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph 
in the Reform Club. A few readers of the Daily 
Telegraph even dared to say, ‘‘Why not, after all? 
Stranger things have come to pass.” 

At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of Octo- 
ber, in the bulletin of the Royal Geographical Society, 
which treated the question from every point of view 
and demonstrated the utter folly of the enterprise. 

Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every 
obstacle imposed alike by man and by nature. A 
miraculous agreement of the times of departure and 
arrival, which was impossible, was absolutely neces- 
sary to his success. He might, perhaps, reckon on the 
arrival of trains at the designated hours, in Europe, 
where the distances were relatively moderate; but 
when he calculated upon crossing India in three days, 
and the United States in seven, could he rely beyond 
misgiving upon accomplishing his task? There were 
accidents to machinery, the liability of trains to run 


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off the line, collisions, bad weather, the blocking up 
by snow, — were not all these against Phileas Fogg? 
Would he not find himself, when travelling by steamer 
in winter, at the mercy of the winds and fogs? Is 
it uncommon for the best ocean steamers to be two or 
three days behind time? But a single delay would 
suffice to fatally break the chain of communication; 
should Phileas Fogg once miss, even by an hour, a 
steamer, he would have to wait for the next, and that 
would irrevocably render his attempt vain. 

This article made a great deal of noise, and being 
copied into all the papers, seriously depressed the 
advocates of the rash tourist. 

Everybody knows that England is the world of bet- 
ting men, who are of a higher class than mere 
gamblers; to bet is in the English temperament. Not 
only the members of the Reform, but the general pub- 
lic, made heavy wagers for or against Phileas Fogg, 
who was set down in the betting books as if he were 
a race-horse. Bonds were issued, and made their 
appearance on ’Change ; “ Phileas Fogg bonds ” were 
offered at par or at a premium, and a great business 
was done in them. But five days after the article in 
the bulletin of the Geographical Society appeared, the 
demand began to subside ; ‘‘ Phileas Fogg ” declined. 
They were offered by packages, at first of five, then of 
ten, until at last nobody would take less than twenty, 
fifty, a hundred! 


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31 


Lord Albemarle, an elderly paralytic gentleman, was 
now the only advocate of Phileas Fogg left. This 
noble lord, who was fastened to his chair, would have 
given his fortune to be able to make the tour of the 
world, if it took ten years; and he bet five thousand 
pounds on Phileas Fogg. When the folly as well as 
the uselessness of the adventure was pointed out to 
him, he contented himself with replying, ‘‘If the thing 
is feasible, the first to do it ought to be an English- 
man.” 

The Fogg party dwindled more and more, every- 
body was going against him, and the bets stood a 
hundred and fifty and two hundred to one ; and a week 
after his departure, an incident occurred which de- 
prived him of backers at any price. 

The commissioner of police was sitting in his office 
at nine o’clock one evening, when the following tele- 
graphic despatch was put into his hands: — 

Suez to London, 

Rowan, Commissioner of Police, Scotland 
Yard: I’ve found the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. 
Send without delay warrant of arrest to Bombay. 

Fix, Detective, 

The effect of this despatch was instantaneous. The 
polished gentleman disappeared to give place to the 
bank robber. His photograph, which was hung with 


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those of the rest of the members at the Reform Club, 
was minutely examined, and it betrayed, feature by 
feature, the description of the robber which had been 
provided to the police. The mysterious habits of 
Phileas Fogg were recalled; his solitary ways, his 
sudden departure; and it seemed clear that, in under- 
taking a tour round the world on the pretext of a 
wager, he had no other end in view than to elude the 
detectives, and throw them off his track. 


CHAPTER VI 


IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY ' 
NATURAL IMPATIENCE 

The circumstances under which this telegraphic 
despatch about Phileas Fogg was sent were as 
follows : — 

The steamer ** Mongolia,” belonging to the Penin- 
sula and Orien-tal Company, built of iron, of two 
thousand eight hundred tons burden, and five hundred 
horse-power, was due at eleven o’clock a.m. on Wed- 
nesday, the 9th of October, at Suez. The “ Mon- 
golia ” plied regularly between Brindisi and Bombay 
via the Suez Canal, and was one of the fastest 
steamers belonging to the company, always making 
more than ten knots an hour between Brindisi and 
Suez, and nine and a half between Suez and 
Bombay. 

Two men were promenading up and down the 
wharves, among the crowd of natives and strangers 
who were sojourning at this once straggling village — 
now, thanks to the enterprise of M. Lesseps, a fast- 
growing town. One was the British consul at Suez, 
who, despite the prophecies of the English Govern- 


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merit, and the unfavourable predictions of Stephen- 
son, was in the habit of seeing, from his office 
window, English ships daily passing to and fro on 
the great canal, by which the old roundabout route 
from England to India by the Cape of Good Hope 
was abridged by at least a half. The other was a 
small, slight-built personage, with a nervous, intelli- 
gent face, and bright eyes peering out from under eye- 
brows which he was incessantly twitching. He was 
just now manifesting unmistakable signs of impa- 
tience, nervously pacing up and down, and unable 
to stand still for a moment. This was Fix, one 
of the detectives who had been despatched from 
England in search of the bank robber ; it was his task 
to narrowly watch every passenger who arrived at 
Suez, and to follow up all who seemed to be suspicious 
characters, or bore a resemblance to the description 
of the criminal, which he had received two days before 
from the police head-quarters at London. The 
detective was evidently inspired by the hope of 
obtaining the splendid reward which would be the 
prize of success, and awaited with a feverish im- 
patience, easy to understand, the arrival of the steamer 
“ Mongolia.” 

“ So you say, consul,” asked he for the twentieth 
time, “that this steamer is never behind time?” 

“ No, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul. “ She was 
bespoken yesterday at Port Said, and the rest of the 



The Inspector of Police 







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way is of no account to such a craft. I repeat that the 
* Mongolia ’ has been in advance of the time required 
by the company’s regulations, and gained the prize 
awarded for excess of speed.” 

“ Does she come directly from Brindisi ? ” 

“ Directly from Brindisi ; she takes on the Indian 
mails there, and she left there Saturday at five p.m. 
Have patience, Mr. Fix; she will not be late. But 
really I don’t see how, from the description you have, 
you will be able to recognize your man, even if he is 
on board the ‘ Mongolia.’ ” 

‘‘ A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, 
consul, than recognizes them. You must have a scent 
for them, and a scent is like a sixth sense which com- 
bines hearing, seeing, and smelling. I’ve arrested 
more than one of these gentlemen in my time, and if 
my thief is on board, I’ll answer for it, he’ll not slip 
through my fingers.” 

“ I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy robbery.” 

“ A magnificent robbery, consul ; fifty-five thousand 
pounds! We don’t often have such windfalls. Bur- 
glars are getting to be so contemptible nowadays ! A 
fellow gets hung for a handful of shillings ! ” 

Mr. Fix,” said the consul, I like your way of 
talking, and hope you’ll succeed; but I fear you will 
find it far from easy. Don’t you see, the description 
which you have there has a singular resemblance to 
an honest man ? ” 


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“ Consul,” remarked the detective, dogmatically, 
“ great robbers always resemble honest folks. Fel- 
lows who have rascally faces have only one course to 
take, and that is to remain honest; otherwise they 
would be arrested off-hand. The artistic thing is, to 
unmask honest countenances; it’s no light task, I 
admit, but a real art.” 

Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of 
self-conceit. 

Little by little the scene on the quay became more 
animated; sailors of various nations, merchants, ship- 
brokers, porters, fellahs, bustled to and fro as if the 
steamer were immediately expected. The weather 
was clear, and slightly chilly. The minarets of the 
town loomed above the houses in the pale rays of the 
sun. A jetty pier, some two thousand yards long, 
extended into the roadstead. A number of fishing- 
smacks and coasting boats, some retaining the fantas- 
tic fashion of ancient galleys, were discernible on the 
Red Sea. 

As he passed among the busy crowd. Fix, according 
to habit, scrutinized the passers-by with a keen, rapid 
glance. 

It was now half-past ten. 

“ The steamer doesn’t come ! ” he exclaimed, as the 
port clock struck. 

“ She can’t be far off now,” returned his com- 
panion. 


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“ How long will she stop at Suez ? '' 

‘‘ Four hours ; long enough to get in her coal. It 
is thirteen hundred and ten miles from Suez to Aden, 
at the other end of the Red Sea, and she has to take 
in a fresh coal supply.” 

“And does she go from Suez directly to Bom- 
bay?” 

“ Without putting in anywhere.” 

“ Good,” said Fix. “ If the robber is on board, he 
will no doubt get off at Suez, so as to reach the Dutch 
or French colonies in Asia by some other route. He 
ought to know that he would not be safe an hour in 
India, which is English soil.” 

“ Unless,” objected the consul, “ he is exceptionally 
shrewd. An English criminal, you know, is always 
better concealed in London than anywhere else.” 

This observation furnished the detective food for 
thought, and meanwhile the consul went away to his 
office. Fix, left alone, was more impatient than ever, 
having a presentiment that the robber was on board 
the “ Mongolia.” If he had indeed left London 
intending to reach the New World, he would naturally 
take the route via India, which was less watched and 
more difficult to watch than that of the Atlantic. But 
Fix’s reflections were soon interrupted by a succession 
of sharp whistles, which announced the arrival of the 
“ Mongolia.” The porters and fellahs rushed down 
the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from the shore 


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to go and meet the steamer. Soon her gigantic hull 
appeared passing along between the banks, and eleven 
o’clock struck as she anchored in the road. She 
brought an unusual number of passengers, some of 
whom remained on deck to scan the picturesque pano- 
rama of the town, while the greater part disembarked 
in the boats, and landed on the quay. 

Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each 
face and figure which made its appearance. Presently 
one of the passengers, after vigorously pushing his 
way through the importunate crowd of porters, came 
up to him, and politely asked if he could point out the 
English consulate, at the same time showing a passport 
which he wished to have visaed. Fix instinctively 
took the passport, and with a rapid glance read the 
description of its bearer. An involuntary motion of 
surprise nearly escaped him, for the description in the 
passport was identical with that of the bank robber 
which he had received from Scotland Yard. 

“ Is this your passport ? ” asked he. 

** No, it’s my master’s.” 

‘‘ And your master is — ” 

“ He stayed on board.” 

But he must go to the consul’s in person, so as to 
establish his identity.” 

Oh, is that necessary ? ” 

Quite indispensable.” 

And where is the consulate ? ” 


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“ There on the corner of the square,” said Fix, 
pointing to a house two hundred steps off. 

“ ril go and fetch my master, who won’t be much 
pleased, however, to be disturbed.” 

The passenger bowed to Fix, and returned to the 
steamer. 


CHAPTER VII 


WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS 
OF PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO DETECTIVES 

The detective passed down the quay, and rapidly made 
his way to the consul’s office, where he was at once 
admitted to the presence of that official. 

“ Consul,” said he, without preamble, ** I have 
strong reasons for believing that my man is a passen- 
ger on the ' Mongolia.’ ” And he narrated what had 
just passed concerning the passport. 

Well, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul, “ I shall not 
be sorry to see the rascal’s face ; but perhaps he won’t 
come here, — that is, if he is the person you suppose 
him to be. A robber doesn’t quite like to leave traces 
of his flight behind him; and besides, he is not 
obliged to have his passport countersigned.” 

If he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will 
come.” 

“ To have his passport visaed? ” 

“ Yes. Passports are only good for annoying 
honest folks, and aiding in the flight of rogues. I 
assure you it will be quite the thing for him to do; 
but I hope you will not visa the passport.” 


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“Why not? If the passport is genuine, I have no 
right to refuse.’^ 

“ Still I must keep this man here until I can get a 
warrant to arrest him from London/’ 

“ Ah, that’s your look-out. But I cannot — ” 

The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he 
spoke a knock was heard at the door, and two 
strangers entered, one of whom was the servant whom 
Fix had met on the quay. The other, who was his 
master, held out his passport with the request that the 
consul would do him the favour to visa it. The con- 
sul took the document and carefully read it, whilst 
Fix observed, or rather devoured, the stranger with 
his eyes from a corner of the room. 

“ You are Mr. Phileas Fogg? ” said the consul, after 
reading the passport. 

“ I am.” 

“ And this man is your servant ? ” 

“He is; a Frenchman, named Passepartout.” 

“ You are from London? ” 

“ Yes.” 

“And you are going — ” 

“ To Bombay.” 

“Very good, sir. You know that a visa is useless, 
and that no passport is required ? ” 

“ I know it, sir,” replied Phileas Fogg ; “ but I wish 
to prove, by your visa, that I came by Suez.” 

“ Very well, sir.” 


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The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, 
after which he added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid 
the customary fee, coldly bowed, and went out, fol- 
lowed by his servant. 

Well ? ” queried the detective. 

“Well, he looks and acts like a perfectly honest 
man,” replied the consul. 

“ Possibly ; but that is not the question. Do you 
think, consul, that this phlegmatic gentleman re- 
sembles, feature by feature, the robber whose descrip- 
tion I have received ? ” 

“ I concede that ; but then, you know, all descrip- 
tions—” 

“ ril make certain of it,” interrupted Fix. “ The 
servant seems to me less mysterious than the master; 
besides, he’s a Frenchman, and can’t help talking. 
Excuse me for a little while, consul.” 

Fix started off in search of Passepartout. 

Meanwhile Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consulate, 
repaired to the quay, gave some orders to Passepartout, 
went off to the “ Mongolia ” in a boat, and descended 
to his cabin. He took up his note-book, which con- 
tained the following memoranda: — 

“ Left London, Wednesday, October 2nd, at 
8.45 p.m. 

“ Reached Paris, Thursday, October 3rd, at 
7.20 a.m. 

“ Left Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 a.m. 


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“ Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday, October 
4th, at 6.35 a.m. 

“ Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 a.m. 

“Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5th, at 
4p.m. 

“ Sailed on the ' Mongolia,' Saturday, at 5 p.m. 

“ Reached Suez, Wednesday, October 9th, at ii a.m. 

“Total of hours spent, 158J; or, in days, six days 
and a half.” 

These dates were inscribed in an itinerary divided 
into columns, indicating the month, the day of the 
month, and the day for the stipulated and actual 
arrivals at each principal point, — Paris, Brindisi, Suez, 
Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong Kong, Yoko- 
hama, San Francisco, New York, and London, — from 
the 2nd of October to the 21st of December; and giv- 
ing a space for setting down the gain made or the loss 
suffered on arrival at each locality. This methodical 
record thus contained an account of everything needed, 
and Mr. Fogg always knew whether he was behind- 
hand or in advance of his time. On this Friday, 
October 9th, he noted his arrival at Suez, and observed 
that he had as yet neither gained nor lost. He sat 
down quietly to breakfast in his cabin, never once 
thinking of inspecting the town, being one of those 
Englishmen who are wont to see foreign countries 
through the eyes of their domestics. 


CHAPTER VIII 


IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PER- 
HAPS, THAN IS PRUDENT 

Fix soon rejoined Passepartout, who was lounging 
and looking about on the quay, as if he did not feel 
that he, at least, was obliged not to see anything. 

‘‘ Well, my friend,” said the detective, coming up 
with him, “ is your passport visaed? ” 

Ah, it’s you, is it, monsieur ? ” responded Passe- 
partout. “ Thanks, yes, the passport is all right.” 
And you are looking about you ? ” 

Yes ; but we travel so fast that I seem to be 
journeying in a dream. So this is Suez?” 

Yes.” 

“ In Egypt?” 

Certainly, in Egypt.” 

^‘And in Africa?” 

“ In Africa.” 

“ In Africa ! ” repeated Passepartout. “ Just 
think, monsieur, I had no idea that we should go far- 
ther than Paris; and all that I saw of Paris was be- 
tween twenty minutes past seven and twenty minutes 
before nine in the morning, between the Northern and 


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the Lyons stations, through the windows of a car and 
in a driving rain! How I regret not having seen 
once more Pere la Chaise and the circus in the 
Champs Elysees 1 ” 

“You are in a great hurry, then?” 

“ I am not, but my master is. By the way, I must 
' buy some shoes and shirts. We came away without 
trunks, only with a carpet-bag.” 

“ I will show you an excellent shop for getting 
what you want.” 

“ Really, monsieur, you are very kind.” 

And they walked oif together. Passepartout chat- 
ting volubly as they went along. 

“ Above all,” said he, “ don’t let me lose the 
steamer.” 

“ You have plenty of time; it’s only twelve o’clock.” 

Passepartout pulled out his big watch. “Twelve 1 ” 
he exclaimed ; “ why it’s only eight minutes before 
ten.” 

“ Your watch is slow.” 

“ My watch ? A family watch, monsieur, which 
has come down from my great-grandfather 1 It 
doesn’t vary five minutes in the year, it’s a perfect 
chronometer, look you.” 

“ I see how it is,” said Fix. “ You have kept Lon- 
don time, which is two hours behind that of Suez. 
You ought to regulate your watch at noon in each 
country.” 


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“ I regulate my watch ? Never ! 

“ Well, then, it will not agree with the sun.” 

“ So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The 
sun will be wrong, then ! ” 

And the worthy fellow returned the watch to its 
fob with a defiant gesture. After a few minutes’ 
silence, Fix resumed : “ You left London hastily, 
then?” 

'' I rather think so ! Last Wednesday at eight o’clock 
in the evening. Monsieur Fogg came home from his 
club, and three quarters of an hour afterwards we 
were off.” 

‘‘But where is your master going?” 

“ Always straight ahead. He is going round the 
world.” 

“ Round the world ? ” cried Fix. 

“Yes, and in eighty days! He says it is on a 
wager; but, between us, I don’t believe a word of it. 
That wouldn’t be common sense. There’s something 
else in the wind.” 

“ Ah I Mr. Fogg is a character, is he? ” 

“ I should say he was.” 

“Is he rich?” 

“No doubt, for he is carrying an enormous sum in 
brand-new bank notes with him. And he doesn’t spare 
the money on the way, either: he has offered a large 
reward to the engineer of the ‘ Mongolia ’ if he gets 
us to Bombay well in advance of time.” 


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“ And you have known your master a long 
time ? ” 

“ Why, no ; I entered his service the very day we 
left London.” 

The effect of these replies upon the already sus- 
picious and excited detective may be imagined. The 
hasty departure from London soon after the robbery; 
the large sum carried by Mr. Fogg; his eagerness to 
reach distant countries; the pretext of an eccentric 
and foolhardy bet, — all confirmed Fix in his theory. 
He continued to pump poor Passepartout, and learned 
that he really knew little or nothing of his master, who 
lived a solitary existence in London, was said to be 
rich, though no one knew whence came his riches, 
and was mysterious and impenetrable in his affairs and 
habits. Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would not 
land at Suez, but was really going on to Bombay. 

“ Is Bombay far from here ? ” asked Passepartout. 

“ Pretty far. It is a ten days’ voyage by sea.” 

“ And in what country is Bombay ? ” 

India.” 

‘‘In Asia?” 

“ Certainly.” 

“ The deuce ! I was going to tell you, — there’s one 
thing that worries me, — ^my burner! ” 

“ What burner ? ” 

“ My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and 
which is at this moment burning — at my expense. I 


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have calculated, monsieur, that I lose two shillings 
every four and twenty hours, exactly sixpence more 
than I earn; and you will understand that the longer 
our journey — ’’ 

Did Fix pay any attention to Passepartout’s trouble 
about the gas? It is not probable. He was not 
listening, but was cogitating a project. Passepartout 
and he had now reached the shop, where Fix left his 
companion to make his purchases, after recommend- 
ing him not to miss the steamer, and hurried back to 
the consulate. Now that he was fully convinced. Fix 
had quite recovered his equanimity. 

“ Consul,” said he, “ I have no longer any doubt. 
I have spotted my man. He passes himself off as an 
odd stick, who is going round the world in eighty 
days.” 

“ Then he’s a sharp fellow,” returned the consul, 
“ and counts on returning to London after putting 
the police of the two continents off his track.” 

“ We’ll see about that,” replied Fix. 

“ But are you not mistaken ? ” 

“ I am not mistaken.” 

“ Why was this robber so anxious to prove, by the 
visa, that he had passed through Suez ? ” 

“ Why ? I have no idea ; but listen to me.” 

He reported in a few words the most important 
parts of his conversation with Passepartout. 

“ In short,” said the consul, “ appearances are 


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wholly against this man. And what are you going 
to do?’’ 

Send a despatch to London for a warrant of 
arrest to be despatched instantly to Bombay, take pas- 
sage on board the ‘ Mongolia,’ follow my rogue to 
India', and there, on English ground, arrest him 
politely, with my warrant in my hand, and my hand on 
his shoulder.” 

Having uttered these words with a cool, careless 
air, the detective took leave of the consul, and repaired 
to the telegraph office, whence he sent the despatch 
which we have seen to the London police office. A 
quarter of an hour later found Fix, with a small bag 
in his hand, proceeding on board the “ Mongolia ; ” 
and ere many moments longer, the noble steamer rode 
out at full steam upon the waters of the Red Sea. 


CHAPTER IX 


IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN 
PROVE PROPITIOUS TO THE DESIGNS OF PHILEAS 
FOGG 

The distance between Suez and Aden is precisely 
thirteen hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of 
the company allow the steamers one hundred and 
thirty-eight hours in which to traverse it. The 
“ Mongolia,’’ thanks to the vigorous exertions of the 
engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to 
reach her destination considerably within that time. 
The greater part of the passengers from Brindisi were 
bound for India — some for Bombay, others for Cal- 
cutta by way of Bombay, the nearest route thither, 
now that a railway crosses the Indian peninsula. 
Among the passengers was a number of officials and 
military officers of various grades, the latter being 
either attached to the regular British forces, or com- 
manding the Sepoy troops and receiving high salaries 
ever since the central government has assumed the 
powers of the East India Company; for the sub- 
lieutenants get 280/., brigadiers, 2400/., and generals 
of division, 4000/. What with the military men, a 


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number of rich young Englishmen on .their travels, 
and the hospitable efforts of the purser, the time 
passed quickly on the “ Mongolia.” The best of fare 
was spread upon the cabin tables at breakfast, lunch, 
dinner, and the eight o’clock supper, and the ladies 
scrupulously changed their toilets twice a day; and 
the hours were whiled away, when the sea was tran- 
quil, with music, dancing, and games. 

But the Red Sea is full of caprice, and often 
boisterous, like most long and narrow gulfs. When 
the wind came from the African or Asian coast, the 

Mongolia,” with her long hull, rolled fearfully. 
Then the ladies speedily disappeared below ; the pianos 
were silent; singing and dancing suddenly ceased. 
Yet the good ship ploughed straight on, unretarded by 
wind or wave, towards the straits of Bab-el- 
Mandeb. 

What was Phileas Fogg doing all this time? It 
might be thought that, in his anxiety, he would be 
constantly watching the changes of the wind, the dis- 
orderly raging of the billows — every chance, in short, 
which might force the ‘‘ Mongolia ” to slacken her 
speed, and thus interrupt his journey. But if he 
thought of these possibilities, he did not betray the 
fact by any outward sign. 

Always the same impassable member of the Reform 
Club, whom no incident could surprise, as unvarying 
as the ship’s chronometers, and seldom having the 


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curiosity even to go upon the deck, he passed through 
the memorable scenes of the Red Sea with cold indif- 
ference; did not care to recognize the historic towns 
and villages which, along its borders, raised their pic- 
turesque outlines against the sky; and betrayed no 
fear of the dangers of the Arabic Gulf, which the old 
historians always spoke of with horror, and upon 
which the ancient navigators never ventured without 
propitiating the gods by ample sacrifices. How did 
this eccentric personage pass his time on the “ Mon- 
golia?’’ He made his four hearty meals every day, 
regardless of the most persistent rolling and pitching 
on the part of the steamer; and he played whist inde- 
fatigably, for he had found partners as enthusiastic 
in the game as himself. A tax-collector, on the way 
to his post at Goa ; the Rev. Decimus Smith, returning 
to his parish at Bombay; and a brigadier-general of 
the English army, who was about to rejoin his brigade 
at Benares, made up the party, and, with Mr. Fogg, 
played whist by the hour together in absorbing 
silence. 

As for Passepartout, he, too, had escaped sea- 
sickness, and took his meals conscientiously in the for- 
ward cabin. He rather enjoyed the voyage, for he 
was well fed and well lodged, took a great interest in 
the scenes through which they were passing, and con- 
soled himself with the delusion that his master’s whim 
would end at Bombay. He was pleased, on the day 


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after leaving Suez, to find on deck the obliging per- 
son with whom he had walked and chatted on the 
quays. 

“ If I am not mistaken,” said he, approaching this 
person with his most amiable smile, '' you are the gen- 
tleman who so kindly volunteered to guide me at 
Suez?” 

“Ah! I quite recognize you. You are the servant 
of the strange Englishman — ” 

“Just so. Monsieur — ” 

“ Fix.” 

“ Monsieur Fix,” resumed Passepartout, “ I’m 
charmed to find you on board. Where are you 
bound ? ” 

“ Like you, to Bombay.” 

“ That’s capital ! Have you made this trip 
before ? ” 

“ Several times. I am one of the agents of the 
Peninsula Company.” 

“ Then you know India ? ” 

Why — ^yes,” replied Fix, who spoke cautiously. 

“ A curious place, this India ? ” 

“ Oh, very curious. Mosques, minarets, temples, 
fakirs, pagodas, tigers, snakes, elephants! I hope you 
will have ample time to see the sights.” 

“ I hope so. Monsieur Fix. You see, a man of 
sound sense ought not to spend his life jumping from 
a steamer upon a railway train, and from a railway 


54 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


train upon a steamer again, pretending to make a tour 
of the world in eighty days! No; all these gymnas- 
tics, you may be sure, will cease at Bombay.” 

“ And Mr. Fogg is getting on well ? ” asked Fix, 
in the most natural tone in the world. 

“ Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre ; 
it’s the sea air.” 

“ But I never see your master on deck.” 

“ Never ; he hasn’t the least curiosity.” 

“ Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pre- 
tended tour in eighty days may conceal some secret 
errand — perhaps a diplomatic mission ? ” 

“ Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know noth- 
ing about it, nor would I give half-a-crown to find 
out.” 

After this meeting. Passepartout and Fix got into 
the habit of chatting together, the latter making it a 
point to gain the worthy man’s confidence. He fre- 
quently offered him a glass of whiskey or pale ale in 
the steamer bar-room, which Passepartout never failed 
to accept with graceful alacrity, mentally pronouncing 
Fix the best of good fellows. 

Meanwhile the “ Mongolia ” was pushing forward 
rapidly; on the 13th, Mocha, surrounded by its ruined 
walls whereon date-trees were growing, was sighted, 
and on the mountains beyond were espied vast coffee- 
fields. Passepartout was ravished to behold this cele- 
brated place, and thought that, with its circular walls 


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55 


and dismantled fort, it looked like an immense coffee 
cup and saucer. The following night they passed 
through the Strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means in 
Arabic “ The Bridge of Tears,” and the next day they 
put in at Steamer Point, north-west of Aden harbour, 
to take in coal. This matter of fuelling steamers is a 
serious one at such distances from the coal mines; 
it costs the Peninsula Company some eight hundred 
thousand pounds a year. In these distant seas, coal 
is worth three or four pounds sterling a ton. 

The ‘‘ Mongolia ” had still sixteen hundred and fifty 
miles to traverse before reaching Bombay, and was 
obliged to remain four hours at Steamer Point to coal 
up. But this delay, as it was foreseen, did not affect 
Phileas Fogg’s programme ; besides, the “ Mongolia,” 
‘instead of reaching Aden on the morning of the 15th, 
when she was due, arrived there on the evening of the 
14th, a gain of fifteen hours. 

Mr. Fogg and his servant went ashore at Aden to 
have the passport again visaed; Fix, unobserved, fol- 
lowed them. The visa procured, Mr. Fogg returned 
on board to resume his former habits; while Passe- 
partout, acording to custom, sauntered about among 
the mixed population of Somanlis, Banyans, Parsees, 
Jews, Arabs, and Europeans who comprise the twenty- 
five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He gazed with 
wonder upon the fortifications which make this place 
the Gibraltar of the Indian Ocean, and the vast 


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cisterns where the English engineers were still at 
work, two thousand years after the engineers of 
Solomon. 

“ Very curious, very curious,” said Passepartout to 
himself, on returning to the steamer. ‘‘ I see that it 
is by no means useless to travel, if a man wants to see 
something new.” At six p.m. the “ Mongolia ” 
slowly moved out of the roadstead, and was soon once 
more on the Indian Ocean. She had a hundred and 
sixty-eight hours in which to reach Bombay, and the 
sea was favourable, the wind being in the north-west, 
and all sails aiding the engine. The steamer rolled 
but little, the ladies, in fresh toilets, reappeared on 
deck, and the singing and dancing were resumed. 
The trip was being accomplished most successfully, 
and Passepartout was enchanted with the congenial 
companion which chance had secured him in the per- 
son of the delightful Fix. On Sunday, October 20th, 
towards noon, they came in sight of the Indian coast; 
two hours later the pilot came on board. A range of 
hills lay against the sky in the horizon, and soon the 
rows of palms which adorn Bombay came distinctly 
Into view. The steamer entered the road formed by 
the islands in the bay, and at half-past four she hauled 
up at the quays of Bombay. 

Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty- 
third rubber of the voyage, and his partner and him- 
self having, by a bold stroke, captured all thirteen of 


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the tricks, concluded this fine campaign with a brilliant 
victory. 

The “ Mongolia ” was due at Bombay on the 22nd ; 
she arrived on the 20th. This was a gain to Phileas 
Fogg of two days since his departure from London, 
and he calmly entered the fact in the itinerary, in the 
column of gains. 


CHAPTER X 


IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO GLAD TO GET 
OFF WITH THE LOSS OF HIS SHOES 

Everybody knows that the great reversed triangle of 
land, with its base in the north and its appex in the 
south, which is called India, embraces fourteen 
hundred thousand square miles, upon which is spread 
unequally a population of one hundred and eighty 
millions of souls. The British Crown exercises a real 
and despotic dominion over the larger portion of this 
vast country, and has a governor-general stationed at 
Calcutta, governors at Madras, Bombay, and in Ben- 
gal, and a lieutenant-governor at Agra. 

But British India, properly so called, only embraces 
seven hundred thousand square miles, and a population 
of from one hundred to one hundred and ten millions 
of inhabitants. A considerable portion of India is 
still free from British authority ; and there are certain 
ferocious rajahs in the interior who are absolutely 
independent. The celebrated East India Company 
was all-powerful from 1756, when the English first 
gained a foothold on the spot wher'e now stands the 


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city of Madras, down to the time of the great Sepoy 
insurrection. It gradually annexed province after 
province, purchasing them of the native chiefs, whom 
it seldom paid, and appointed the governor-general 
and his subordinates, civil and military. But the East 
India Company has now passed away, leaving th^ 
British possessions in India directly under the con- 
trol of the Crown. The aspect of the country, as 
well as manners and distinctions of race, is daily 
changing. 

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the 
old cumbrous methods of going on foot or on horse- 
back, in palanquins or unwieldy coaches; now fast 
steamboats ply on the Indus and the Ganges, and a 
great railway, with branch lines joining the main line 
at many points on its route, traverses the peninsula 
from Bombay to Calcutta in three days. This railway 
does not run in a direct line across India. The dis- 
tance between Bombay and Calcutta, as the bird flies, 
is only from one thousand to eleven hundred miles ; but 
the deflections of the road increase this distance by 
more than a third. 

The general route of the Great Indian Peninsula 
Railway is as follows: — Leaving Bombay, it passes 
through Salcette, crossing to the continent opposite 
Tannah, goes over the chain of the Western Ghauts, 
runs thence north-east as far as Burhampoor, skirts 
the nearly independent territory of Bundelcund, 


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ascends to Allahabad, turns thence eastwardly, meet- 
ing the Ganges at Benares, then departs from the 
river a little, and, descending south-eastward by Bur- 
divan and the French town of Chandernagor, has its 
terminus at Calcutta. 

The passengers of the “ Mongolia ” went ashore at 
half-past four p.m. ; at exactly eight the train would 
start for Calcutta. 

Mr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist part- 
ners, left the steamer, gave his servant several errands 
to do, urged it upon him to be at the station promptly 
at eight, and, with his regular step, which beat to the 
second, like an astronomical clock, directed his steps to 
the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay — 
its famous city hall, its splendid library, its forts and 
docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues, its Armenian 
churches, and the noble pagoda on Malebar Hill with 
its two polygonal towers — he cared not a. straw to see 
them. He would not deign to examine even the mas- 
terpieces of Elephanta, or the mysterious hypogea, 
concealed south-east from the docks, or those fine re- 
mains of Buddhist architecture, the Kanherian grot- 
toes of the island of Salcette.' 

Having transacted his business at the passport office, 
Phileas Fogg repaired quietly to the railway station, 
where he ordered dinner. Among the dishes served 
up to him, the landlord especially recommended a cer- 


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tain giblet of “ native rabbit/’ on which he prided 
himself. 

Mr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite 
its spiced sauce, found it far from palatable. He rang 
for the landlord, and on his appearance, said, fixing his 
clear eyes upon him, “Is this rabbit, sir?” 

Yes, my lord,” the rogue boldly replied, “ rabbit 
from the jungles.” 

“ And this rabbit did not mew when he was 
killed?” 

‘‘ Mew, my lord ! what, a rabbit mew ! I swear to 
you — ” 

“ Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remem- 
ber this: cats were formerly considered, in India, as 
sacred animals. That was a good time,” 

“ For the cats, my lord ? ” 

“ Perhaps for the travellers as well ! ” 

After which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his din- 
ner. Fix had gone on shore shortly after Mr. Fogg, 
and his first destination was the head-quarters of the 
Bombay police. He made himself known as a Lon- 
don detective, told his business at Bombay, and the 
position of afifairs relative to the supposed robber, and 
nervously asked if a warrant had arrived from Lon- 
don. It had not reached the office ; indeed, there had 
not yet been time for it to arrive. Fix was sorely dis- 
appointed, and tried to obtain an order of arrest from 


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the director of the Bombay police. This the director 
refused, as the matter concerned the London office, 
which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix did 
not insist, and was fain to resign himself to await the 
arrival of the important document; but he was deter- 
mined not to lose sight of the mysterious rogue as 
long as he stayed in Bombay. He did not doubt for a 
moment, any more than Passepartout, that Phileas 
Fogg would remain there, at least until it was time for 
the warrant to arrive. 

Passepartout, however, had no sooner heard his mas- 
ter’s orders on leaving the ‘‘ Mongolia,” than he saw 
at once that they were to leave Bombay as they had 
done Suez and Paris, and that the journey would be 
extended at least as far as Calcutta, and perhaps be- 
yond that place. He began to ask himself if this bet 
that Mr. Fogg talked about was not really in good 
earnest, and whether his fate was not in truth forcing 
him, despite his love of repose, around the world in 
eighty days! 

Having purchased the usual quota of shirts and 
socks, he took a leisurely promenade about the streets, 
where crowds of people of many nationalities — Euro- 
peans, Persians with pointed caps, Banyas with round 
turbans, Sindes with square bonnets, Parsees with 
black mitres, and long-robed Armenians — were col- 
lected. It happened to be the day of a Parsee festival. 
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thrifty, civilized, intelligent, and austere of the East 
Indians, among whom are counted the richest native 
merchants of Bombay — were celebrating a sort of 
religious carnival, with processions and shows, in the 
midst of which Indian dancing-girls, clothed in rose- 
coloured gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced 
airily, but with perfect modesty, to the sound of viols 
and the clanging of tambourines. It is needless to say 
that Passepartout watched these curious :ceremonies 
with staring eyes and gaping mouth, and that his 
countenance was that of the greenest booby imagi- 
nable. 

Unhappily for his master, as well as himself, his 
curiosity drew him unconsciously farther off than he 
intended to go. At last, having seen the Parsee car- 
nival wind away in the distance, he was turning his 
steps toward the station, when he happened to espy the 
splendid pagoda on Malebar Hill, and was seized with 
an irresistible desire to see its interior. He was quite 
ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians to enter cer- 
tain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must 
not go in without first leaving their shoes outside the 
door. It may be said here that the wise policy of the 
British Government severely punishes a disregard of 
the practices of the native religions. 

Passepartout, however, thinking no harm, went in 
like a simple tourist, and was soon lost in admiration 
of the splendid Brahmin ornamentation which every- 


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where met his eyes, when of a sudden he found himself 
sprawling on the sacred flagging. He looked up to 
behold three enraged priests, who forthwith fell upon 
him, tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with 
loud, savage exclamations. The agile Frenchman was 
soon upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking 
down two of his long-gowned adversaries with his 
fists and a vigorous application of his toes ; then, rush- 
ing out of the pagoda as fast as his legs could carry 
him, he soon escaped the third priest by mingling with 
the crowd in the streets. 

At five minutes before eight. Passepartout, hatless, 
shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package 
of shirts and socks, rushed breathlessly into the 
station. 

Fix, who had followed Mr. Fogg to the station, 
and saw that he was really going to leave Bombay, 
was there upon the platform. He had resolved to 
follow the supposed robber to Calcutta, and farther, if 
necessary. Passepartout did not observe the detec- 
tive, who stood in an obscure corner ; but Fix 
heard him relate his adventures in a few words to 
Mr. Fogg. 

“ I hope that this will not happen again,” said 
Phileas Fogg, coldly, as he got into the train. Poor 
Passepartout, quite crestfallen, followed his master 
without a word. Fix was on the point of entering 


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another carriage, when an idea struck him which in- 
duced him to alter his plan. 

“ No, ril stay,” muttered he. An offence has been 
committed on Indian soil. Tve got my man.” 

Just then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and 
the train passed out into the darkness of the night. 


CHAPTER XI 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS 
OF CONVEYANCE AT A FABULOUS PRICE 

The train had started punctually. Among the pas- 
sengers were a number of officers, Government offi- 
cials, and opium and indigo merchants, whose business 
called them to the eastern coast. Passepartout rode 
in the same carriage with his master, and a third pas- 
senger occupied a seat opposite to them. This was Sir 
Francis Cromarty, one of Mr. Fogg’s whist partners 
on the “ Mongolia,” now on his way to join his corps 
at Benares. Sir Francis was a tall, fair man of fifty, 
who had greatly distinguished himself in the last 
Sepoy revolt. He made India his home, only paying 
brief visits to England at rare intervals; and wa^ 
almost as familiar as a native with the customs, his- 
tory, and character of India and its people. But 
Phileas Fogg, who was not travelling, but only de- 
scribing a circumference, took no pains to inquire into 
these subjects; he was a solid body, traversing. an orbit 
around the terrestrial globe, according to the laws of 
rational mechanics. He was at this moment calcu- 
lating in his mind the number of hours spent since his 


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departure from London, and, had it been in his nature 
to make a useless demonstration, would have rubbed 
his hands in satisfaction. Sir Francis Cromarty had 
observed the oddity of his travelling companion — 
although the only opportunity he had for studying him 
had been while he was dealing the cards, and between 
two rubbers — and questioned himself whether a human 
heart really beat beneath this cold exterior, and 
whether Phileas Fogg had any sense of the beauties of 
nature. The brigadier-general was free to mentally 
confess, that, of all the eccentric persons he had ever 
met, none was comparable to this product of the 
exact sciences. 

Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis 
his design of going round the world, nor the circum- 
stances under which he set out; and the general only 
saw in the wager a useless eccentricity, and a lack of 
sound common-sense. In the way this strange gentle- 
man was going on, he would leave the world without 
having done any good to himself or anybody else. 

An hour after leaving Bombay the train had passed 
the viaducts and the island of Salcette, and had got 
into the open country. At Callyan they reached the 
junction of the branch line which descends towards 
south-eastern India by Kandallah and Pounah; and, 
passing Pauwell, they entered the defiles of the moun- 
tains, with their basalt bases, and their summits 
crowned with thick and verdant forests. Phileas Fogg 


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and Sir Francis Cromarty exchanged a few words 
from time to time, and now Sir Francis, reviving the 
conversation, observed, “ Some years ago, Mr. Fogg, 
you would have met with a delay at this point, which 
would probably have lost you your wager.’' 

“ How so. Sir Francis? ” 

“ Because the railway stopped at the base of these 
mountains, which the passengers were obliged to cross 
in palanquins or on ponies to Kandallah, on the other 
side.” 

Such a delay would not have deranged my plans 
in the least,” said Mr. Fogg. ‘‘ I have constantly fore- 
seen the likelihood of certain obstacles.” 

But, Mr. Fogg,” pursued Sir Francis, “ you run 
the risk of having some difficulty about this worthy 
fellow’s adventure at the pagoda.” Passepartout, his 
feet comfortably wrapped in his travelling-blanket, was 
sound asleep, and did not dream that anybody was talk- 
ing about him. “ The Government is very severe upon 
that kind of offence. It takes particular care that the 
religious customs of the Indians should be respected, 
and if your servant were caught — ” 

‘‘ Very well. Sir Francis,” replied Mr. Fogg; “ if he 
had been caught he would have been condemned and 
punished, and then would have quietly returned to 
Europe. I don’t see how the affair could have de- 
layed his master.” 

The conversation fell again. During the night the 


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train left the mountains behind, and passed Nassik, 
and the next day proceeded over the flat, well-culti- 
vated country of the Khandeish, with its straggling 
villages, above which rose the minarets of the pagodas. 
This fertile territory is watered by numerous small 
rivers and limpid streams, mostly tributaries of the 
Godavery. 

Passepartout, on waking and looking out, could not 
realize that he was actually crossing India in a railway 
train. The locomotive, guided by an English engineer 
and fed with English coal, threw out its smoke upon 
cotton, coffee, nutmeg, clove, and pepper plantations, 
while the steam curled in spirals around groups of 
palm-trees, in the midst of which were seen pictur- 
esque bungalows, viharis (a sort of abandoned mon- 
asteries), and marvellous temples enriched by the 
exhaustless ornamentation of Indian architecture. 
Then they came upon vast tracts extending to the 
horizon, with jungles inhabited by snakes and tigers, 
which fled at the noise of the train ; succeeded by * 
forests penetrated by the railway, and still haunted by 
elephants which, with pensive eyes, gazed at the train 
as it passed. The travellers crossed, beyond Malli- 
gaum, the fatal country so often stained with blood 
by the sectaries of the goddess Kali. Not far off rose 
Ellora, with its graceful pagodas, and the famous 
Aurungabad, capital of the ferocious Aureng-Zeb, 
now the chief town of one of the detached provinces 


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of the kingdom of the Nizam. It was thereabouts that 
Feringhea, the Thuggee chief, king of the stranglers, 
held his sway. These ruffians, united by a secret 
bond, strangled victims of every age in honour of the 
goddess Death, without ever shedding blood; there 
was a period when this part of the country could 
scarcely be travelled over without corpses being found 
in every direction. The English Government has suc- 
ceeded in greatly diminishing these murders, though 
the Thuggees still exist, and pursue the exercise of 
their horrible rites. 

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burham- 
poor, where Passepartout was able to purchase some 
Indian slippers, ornamented with false pearls, in 
which, with evident vanity, he proceeded to incase his 
feet. The travellers made a hasty breakfast, and 
started off for Assurghur, after skirting for a little 
the banks of the small river Tapty, which empties 
into the Gulf of Cambray, near Surat. 

Passepartout was now plunged into absorbing 
reverie. Up to his arrival at Bombay, he had enter- 
tained hopes that their journey would end there; but 
now that they were plainly whirling across India at 
full speed, a sudden change had come over the spirit 
of his dreams. His old vagabond nature returned 
to him; the fantastic ideas of his youth once more 
took possession of him. He came to regard his mas- 
ter’s project as intended in good earnest, believed in 


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the reality of the bet, and therefore in the tour of 
the world, and the necessity of making it without 
fail within the designated period. Already he began 
to worry about possible delays, and accidents which 
might happen on the way. He recognized himself 
as being personally interested in the wager, and 
trembled at the thought that he might have been the 
means of losing it by his unpardonable folly of the 
night before. Being much less cool-headed than Mr. 
Fogg, he was much more restless, counting and re- 
counting the days passed over, uttering maledictions 
when the train stopped, and accusing it of sluggish- 
ness, and mentally blaming Mr. Fogg for not having 
bribed the engineer. The worthy fellow was ignorant 
that, while it was possible by such means to hasten the 
rate of a steamer, it could not be done on the railway. 

The train entered the defiles of the Sutpour Moun- 
tains, which separate the Khandeish from Bundel- 
cund, towards evening. The next day Sir Francis 
Cromarty asked Passepartout what time it was; to 
which, on consulting his watch, he replied that it was 
three in the morning. This famous timepiece, always 
regulated on the Greenwich meridian, which was now 
some seventy-seven degrees westward, was at least 
four hours slow. Sir Francis corrected Passepartout’s 
time, whereupon the latter made the same remark 
that he had done to Fix ; and upon the general insist- 
ing that the watch should be regulated in each new 


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meridian, since he was constantly going eastward, that 
is in the face of the sun, and therefore the days were 
shorter by four minutes for each degree gone over. 
Passepartout obstinately refused to alter his watch, 
which he kept at London time. It was an innocent 
delusion which could harm no one. 

The train stopped, at eight o’clock, in the midst of 
a glade some fifteen miles beyond Rothal, where there 
were several bungalows and workmen’s cabins. The 
conductor, passing along the carriages, shouted, “ Pas- 
sengers will get out here ! ” 

Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty for 
an explanation; but the general could not tell what 
meant a halt in the midst of this forest of dates and 
acacias. 

Passepartout, not less surprised, rushed out and 
speedily returned, crying, “ Monsieur, no more rail- 
way!” 

“What do you mean?” asked Sir Francis. 

“ I mean to say that the train isn’t going on.” 

The general at once stepped out, while Phileas Fogg 
calmly followed him, and they proceeded together to 
the conductor. 

“Where are we?” asked Sir Francis. 

“ At the hamlet of Kholby.” 

“ Do we stop here ? ” 

“ Certainly. The railway isn’t finished.” 

" What ! not finished ? ” 


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“ No. There’s still a matter of fifty miles to be laid 
from here to Allahabad, where the line begins 
again.” 

“ But the papers announced the opening of the rail- 
way throughout.” 

“ What would you have, officer ? The papers were 
mistaken.” 

“ Yet you sell tickets from Bombay to Calcutta,” 
retorted Sir Francis, who was growing warm. 

No doubt,” replied the conductor ; “ but the pas- 
sengers know that they must provide means of trans- 
portation for themselves from Kholby to Allahabad.” 

Sir Francis was furious. Passepartout would will- 
ingly have knocked the conductor down, and did not 
dare to look at his master. 

“ Sir Francis,” said Mr. Fogg, quietly, we will, if 
you please, look about for some means of conveyance 
to Allahabad.” 

“ Mr. Fogg, this is a delay greatly to your dis- 
advantage.” 

“ No, Sir Francis ; it was foreseen.” 

** What ! You knew that the way — ” 

Not at all ; but I knew that some obstacle or other 
would sooner or later arise on my route. Nothing, 
therefore, is lost. I have two days which I have 
already gained to sacrifice. A steamer leaves Calcutta 
for Hong Kong at noon, on the 25th. This is the 
22nd, and we shall reach Calcutta in time.” 


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There was nothing to say to so confident a response. 

It was but too true that the railway came to a ter- 
mination at this point. The papers were like some 
watches, which have a way of getting too fast, and had 
been premature in their announcement of the comple- 
tion of the line. The greater part of the travellers 
were aware of this interruption, and leaving the train, 
they began to engage such vehicles as the village could 
provide — four-wheeled palkigharis, waggons drawn by 
zebus, carriages that looked like perambulating pago- 
das, palanquins, ponies, and what not. 

Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after searching 
the village from end to end, came back without having 
found anything. 

“ I shall go afoot,” said Phileas Fogg. 

Passepartout, who had now rejoined his master, 
made a wry grimace, as he thought of his magnificent, 
but too frail Indian shoes. Happily he too had been 
looking about him, and, after a moment’s hesitation, 
said, Monsieur, I think I have found a means of 
conveyance.” 

‘^What?” 

‘‘An elephant! An elephant that belongs to an 
Indian who lives but a hundred steps from here.” 

“ Let’s go and see the elephant,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

They soon reached a small hut, near which, enclosed ' 
within some high palings, was the animal in question. 
An Indian came out of the hut, and, at their request. 


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conducted them within the enclosure. The elephant, 
which its owner had reared, not for a beast of burden, 
but for warlike purposes, was half domesticated. The 
Indian had begun already, by often irritating him, and 
feeding him every three months on sugar and butter, 
to impart to him a ferocity not in his nature, this 
method being often employed by those who train the 
Indian elephants for battle. Happily, however, for Mr. 
Fogg, the animahs instruction in this direction had not 
gone far, and the elephant still preserved his natural 
gentleness. Kiouni — ^this was the name of the beast — 
could doubtless travel rapidly for a long time, and, in 
default of any other means of conveyance, Mr. Fogg 
resolved to hire him. But elephants are far from 
cheap in India, where they are becoming scarce; the 
males, which alone are suitable for circus shows, are 
much sought, especially as but few of them are domes- 
ticated. When, therefore, Mr. Fogg proposed to the 
Indian to hire Kiouni, he refused point-blank. Mr. 
Fogg persisted, offering the excessive sum of ten 
pounds an hour for the loan of the beast to Allahabad. 
Refused. Twenty pounds? Refused also. Forty 
pounds? Still refused. Passepartout jumped at each 
advance; but the Indian declined to be tempted. Yet 
the offer was an alluring one, for, supposing it took 
the elephant fifteen hours to reach Allahabad, his 
owner would receive no less than six hundred pounds 
sterling. 


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Phileas Fogg, without getting in the least flurried, 
then proposed to purchase the animal outright, and at 
first oflfered a thousand pounds for him. The Indian, 
perhaps thinking he was going to make a great bar- 
gain, still refused. 

Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside, and 
begged him to reflect before he went any further; to 
which that gentleman replied that he was not in the 
habit of acting rashly, that a bet of twenty thousand 
pounds was at stake, that the elephant was absolutely 
necessary to him, and that he would secure him if he 
had to pay twenty times his value. Returning to the 
Indian, whose small, sharp eyes, glistening with 
avarice, betrayed that with him it was only a question 
of how great a price he could obtain, Mr. Fogg offered 
first twelve hundred, then fifteen hundred, eighteen 
hundred, two thousand pounds. Passepartout, usually 
so rubicund, was fairly white with suspense. 

At two thousand pounds the Indian yielded. 

“ What a price, good heaven ! ” cried Passepartout, 
** for an elephant ! 

It only remained now to find a guide, which was 
comparatively easy. A young farsee, with an intelli- 
gent face, offered his services, which Mr. Fogg 
accepted, promising so generous a reward as to mate- 
rially stimulate his zeal. The elephant was led out and 
equipped. The Parsee, who was an accomplished 
elephant driver, covered his back with a sort of saddle- 


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cloth, and attached to each of his flanks some curiously 
uncomfortable howdahs. 

Phileas Fogg paid the Indian with some bank-notes 
which he extracted from the famous carpet-bag, a pro- 
ceeding that seemed to deprive poor Passepartout of 
his vitals. Then he offered to carry Sir Francis to 
Allahabad, which the brigadier gratefully accepted, as 
one traveller the more would not be likely to fatigue 
the gigantic beast. Provisions were purchased at 
Kholby, and while Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg took the 
howdahs on either side, Passepartout got astride the 
saddle-cloth between them. The Parsee perched him- 
self on the elephant’s neck, and at nine o’clock they 
set out from the village, the animal marching off 
through the dense forest of palms by the shortest cut. 


CHAPTER XII 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VEN- 
TURE ACROSS THE INDIAN FORESTS, AND WHAT 
ENSUED 

In order to shorten the journey, the guide passed to 
the left of the line where the railway was still in pro- 
cess of being built. This line, owing to the capricious 
turnings of the Vindhia Mountains, did not pursue a 
straight course. The Parsee, who was quite familiar 
with the roads and paths in the district, declared that 
they would gain twenty miles by striking directly 
through the forest. 

Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to 
the neck in the peculiar howdahs provided for them, 
were horribly jostled by the swift trotting of the 
elephant, spurred on as he was by the skilful Parsee ; 
but they endured the discomfort with true British 
phlegm, talking little, and scarcely able to catch a 
glimpse of each other. As for Passepartout, who was 
mounted on the beast’s back, and received the direct 
force of each concussion as he trod along, he was 
very careful, in accordance with his master’s advice, 
to keep his tongue from between his teeth, as it would 


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otherwise have been bitten off short. The worthy 
fellow bounced from the elephant’s neck to his rump, 
and vaulted like a clown on a spring-board; yet he 
laughed in the midst of his bouncing, and from time to 
time took a piece of sugar out of his pocket, and 
inserted it in Kiouni’s trunk, who received it without 
in the least slackening his regular trot. 

After two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and 
gave him an hour for rest, during which Kiouni, after 
quenching his thirst at a neighbouring spring, set to 
devouring the branches and shrubs round about him. 
Neither Sir Francis nor Mr. Fogg regretted the delay, 
and both descended with a feeling of relief. Why, 
he’s made of iron ! ” exclaimed the general, gazing 
admiringly on Kiouni. 

“ Of forged iron,” replied Passepartout, as he set 
about preparing a hasty breakfast. 

At noon the Parsee gave the signal of departure. 
The country soon presented a very savage asp^t. 
Copses of dates and dwarf-palms succeeded the dense 
forests ; then vast, dry plains, dotted with scanty 
shrubs, and sown with great blocks of syenite. All 
this portion of Bundelcund, which is little frequented 
by travellers, is inhabited by a fanatical population, 
hardened in the most horrible practices of the Hindoo 
faith. The English have not been able to secure com- 
plete dominion over this territory, which is subjected 
to the influence of rajahs, whom it is almost impossible 


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to reach in their inaccessible mountain fastnesses. Th^ 
travellers several times saw bands of ferocious Indians, 
who, when they perceived the elephant striding across 
country, made angry and threatening motions. The 
Parsee avoided them as much as possible. Few ani- 
mals were observed on the route; even the monkeys 
hurried from their path with contortions and grimaces 
which convulsed Passepartout with laughter. 

In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought 
troubled the worthy servant. What would Mr. Fogg 
do with the elephant, when he got to Allahabad? 
Would he carry him on with him? Impossible! The 
cost of transporting him would make him ruinously 
expensive. Would he sell him, or set him free? The 
estimable beast certainly deserved some consideration. 
Should Mr. Fogg choose to make him. Passepartout, 
a present of Kiouni, he would be very much embar- 
rassed; and these thoughts did not cease worrying 
him for a long time. 

The principal chain of the Vindhias was crossed by 
eight in the evening, and another halt was made on 
the northern slope, in a ruined bungalow. They had 
gone nearly twenty-five miles that day, and an equal 
distance still separated them from the station of 
Allahabad. 

The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the 
bungalow with a few dry branches, and the warmth 
was very grateful. The provisions purchased at 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 8i 


Kholby sufficed for supper, and the travellers ate raven- 
ously. The conversation, beginning with a few dis- 
connected phrases, soon gave place to loud and steady 
snores. The guide watched Kiouni, who slept stand- 
ing, bolstering himself against the trunk of a large 
tree. Nothing occurred during the night to disturb 
the slumbers, although occasional growls from pan- 
thers and chatterings of monkeys broke the silence; 
the more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile 
demonstration against the occupants of the bungalow. 
Sir Francis slept heavily, like an honest soldier over- 
come with fatigue. Passepartout was wrapped in 
uneasy dreams of the bouncing of the day before. As 
for Mr. Fogg, he slumbered as peacefully as if he had 
been in his serene mansion in Saville Row. 

The journey was resumed at six in the morning; 
the guide hoped to reach Allahabad by evening. In 
that case, Mr. Fogg would only lose a part of the 
forty-eight hours saved since the beginning of the 
tour. Kiouni, resuming his rapid gait, soon descended 
the lower spurs of the Vindhias, and towards noon they 
passed by the village of Kallenger, on the Cani, one of 
the branches of the Ganges. The guide avoided in- 
habited places, thinking it safer to keep the open 
country, which lies along the first depressions of the 
basin of the great river. Allahabad was now only 
twelve miles to the north-east. They stopped under 
a clump of bananas, the fruit of which, as healthy as 


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bread and as succulent as cream, was amply partaken 
of and appreciated. 

At two o’clock the guide entered a thick forest which 
extended several miles; he preferred to travel under 
:cover of the woods. They had not as yet had any 
unpleasant encounters, and the journey seemed on the 
point of being successfully accomplished, when the 
elephant, becoming restless, suddenly stopped. 

It was then four o’clock. 

“What’s the matter?” asked Sir Francis, putting 
out his head. 

“ I don’t know, officer,” replied the Parsee, listening 
attentively to a confused murmur which came through 
the thick branches. 

The murmur soon become more distinct; it now 
seemed like a distant concert of human voices accom- 
panied by brass instruments. Passepartout was all 
eyes and ears. Mr. Fogg patiently waited without a 
word. The Parsee jumped to the ground, fastened the 
elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thicket. He 
soon returned, saying, — 

“ A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We 
must prevent their seeing us, if possible.” 

The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a 
thicket, at the same time asking the travellers not to 
stir. He held himself ready to bestride the animal at 
a moment’s notice, should flight become necessary ; 
but he evidently thought that the procession of the 


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faithful would pass without perceiving them amid the 
thick foliage, in which they were wholly concealed. 

The discordant tones of the voices and instruments 
drew nearer, and now droning songs mingled with the 
sound of the tambourines and cymbals. The head of 
the procession soon appeared beneath the trees, a hun- 
dred paces away; and the strange figures who per- 
formed the religious ceremony were easily dis- 
tinguished through the branches. First came the 
priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in 
long lace robes. They were surrounded by men, 
women, and children, who sang a kind of lugubrious 
psalm, interrupted at regular intervals by the tam- 
bourines and cymbals; while behind them was drawn 
a car with large wheels, the spokes of which repre- 
sented serpents entwined with each other. Upon the 
car, which was drawn by four richly caparisoned 
zebus, stood a hideous statue with four arms, the 
body coloured a dull red, with haggard eyes, dishev- 
elled hair, protruding tongue, and lips tinted with 
betel. It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate 
and headless giant. 

Sir Francis, recognizing the statue, whispered, The 
goddess Kali ; the goddess of love and death.” 

‘'Of death, perhaps,” muttered back Passepartout, 
“ but of love — that ugly old hag? Never ! ” 

The Parsee made a motion to keep silence. 

A group of old fakirs were capering and making a 


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wild ado around the statue; these were striped with 
ochre, and covered with cuts whence their blood issued 
drop by drop, — stupid fanatics, who, in the great 
Indian ceremonies, still throw themselves under the 
wheels of Juggernaut. Some Brahmins, clad in all 
the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel, and leading 
a woman who faltered at every step, followed. This 
woman was young, and as fair as a European. Her 
head and neck, shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes, 
were loaded down with jewels and gems, — with brace- 
lets, earrings, and rings; while a tunic bordered with 
gold, and covered with a light muslin robe, betrayed 
the outline of her form. 

The guards who followed the young woman pre- 
sented a violent contrast to her, armed as they were 
with naked sabres hung at their waists, and long dama- 
sceened pistols, and bearing a corpse on a palanquin. 
It was the body of an old man, gorgeously arrayed in 
the habiliments of a rajah, wearing, as in life, a turban 
embroidered with pearls, a robe of tissue of silk and 
gold, a scarf of cashmere sewed with diamonds, and 
the magnificent weapons of a Hindoo prince. Next 
came the musicians and a rearguard of capering fakirs, 
whose cries sometimes drowned the noise of the instru- 
ments; these closed the procession. 

Sir Francis watched the procession with a sad coun- 
tenance, and, turning to the guide, said, '' A suttee.” 

The Parsee nodded, and put his finger to his lips. 


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The procession slowly wound under the trees, and soon 
its last ranks disappeared in the depths of the wood. 
The songs gradually died away; occasionally cries 
were heard in the distance, until at last all was silence 
again. 

Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis said, and, 
as soon as the procession had disappeared, asked, 
“ What is a ‘ suttee ’ ? ” 

“ A suttee,’’ returned the general, “ is a human sacri- 
fice, but a voluntary one. The woman you have just 
seen will be burned to-morrow at the dawn of day.” 

Oh, the scoundrels ! ” cried Passepartout, who 
could not repress his indignation. 

“ And the corpse ? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

‘‘ Is that of the prince, her husband,” said the guide ; 
“ an independent rajah of Bundelcund.” 

“ Is it possible,” resumed Phileas Fogg, his voice 
betraying not the least emotion, that these barbarous 
customs still exist in India, and that the English have 
been unable to put a stop to them ? ” 

“ These sacrifices do not occur in the larger portion 
of India,” replied Sir Francis ; “ but we have no power 
over these savage territories, and especially here in 
Bundelcund. The whole district north of the Vind- 
hias is the theatre of incessant murders and pillage.” 

The poor wretch ! ” exclaimed Passepartout, to 
be burned alive ! ” 

“Yes,” returned Sir Francis, “burned alive. And 


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if she were not, you cannot conceive what treatment 
she would be obliged to submit to from her relatives. 
They would shave otf her hair, feed her on a scanty 
allowance of rice, treat her with contempt; she would 
be looked upon as an unclean creature, and would die 
in some corner, like a scurvy dog. The prospect of 
so frightful an existence drives these poor creatures to 
the sacrifice much more than love or religious fanati- 
cism. Sometimes, however, the sacrifice is really vol- 
untary, and it requires the active interference of the 
Government to prevent it. Several years ago, when I 
was living at Bombay, a young widow asked per- 
mission of the governor to be burned along with her 
husband’s body; but, as you may imagine, he refused. 
The woman left the town, took refuge with an inde- 
pendent rajah, and there carried out her self-devoted 
purpose.” 

While Sir Francis was speaking, the guide shook his 
head several times, and now said, The sacrifice 
which will take place to-morrow at dawn is not a 
voluntary one.” 

How do you know ? ” 

Everybody knows about this affair in Bundelcund.” 

But the wretched creature did not seem to be mak- 
ing any resistance,” observed Sir Francis. 

“ That was because they had intoxicated her with 
fumes of hemp and opium.” 

‘‘ But where are they taking her ? ” 


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“To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here; she 
will pass the night there.” 

“ And the sacrifice will take place — ” 

“ To-morrow, at the first light of dawn.” 

The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket, 
and leaped upon his neck. Just at the moment that he 
was about to urge Kiouni forward with a peculiar 
whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him, and, turning to Sir 
Francis Cromarty, said, “ Suppose we save this 
woman.” 

“ Save the woman, Mr. Fogg ! ” 

“ I have yet twelve hours to spare ; I can devote 
them to that.” 

“ Why, you are a man of heart ! ” 

“ Sometimes,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; “when 
I have the time.” 


CHAPTER XIII 


' IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF 
THAT FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE 

The project was a bold one, full of difficulty, perhaps 
impracticable. Mr. Fogg was going to risk life, or at 
least liberty, and therefore the success of his tour. But 
he did not hesitate, and he found in Sir Francis Cro- 
marty an enthusiastic ally. 

As for Passepartout, he was ready for anything that 
might be proposed. His master’s idea charmed him; 
he perceived a heart, a soul, under that icy exterior. 
He began to love Phileas Fogg. 

There remained the guide: what course would he 
adopt? would he not take part with the Indians? In 
default of his assistance, it was necessary to be assured 
of his neutrality. 

Sir Francis frankly put the question to him. 

‘‘ Officers,” replied the guide, “ I am a Parsee, and 
this woman is a Parsee. Command me as you will.” 

, ‘‘ Excellent,” said Mr. Fogg. 

“ However,” resumed the guide, ** it is certain, not 
only that we shall risk our lives, but horrible tortures, 
if we are taken.” 


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“ That is foreseen,” replied Mr. Fogg. I think we 
must wait till night before acting.” 

“ I think so,” said the guide. 

The worthy Indian then gave some account of the 
victim, who, he said, was a celebrated beauty of the 
Parsee race, and the daughter of a wealthy Bombay 
merchant. She had received a thoroughly English 
education in that city, and, from her manners and 
intelligence, would be thought an European. Her name 
was Aouda. Left an orphan, she was married against 
her will to the old rajah of Bundelcund; and, know- 
ing the fate that awaited her, she escaped, was retaken, 
and devoted by the rajah’s relatives, who had an in- 
terest in her death, to the sacrifice from which it 
seemed she could not escape. 

The Parsee’s narrative only confirmed Mr. Fogg 
and his companions in their generous design. It was 
decided that the guide should direct the elephant 
towards the pagoda of Pillaji, which he accordingly 
approached as quickly as possible. They halted, half 
an hour afterwards, in a copse, some five hundred 
feet from the pagoda, where they were well concealed ; 
but they could hear the groans and cries of the fakirs 
distinctly. 

They then discussed the means of getting at the 
victim. The guide was familiar with the pagoda of 
Pillaji, in which, as he declared, the young woman was 
imprisoned. Could they enter any of its doors while 


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the whole party of Indians was plunged in a drunken 
sleep, or was it safer to attempt to make a hole in the 
walls ? 

This could only be determined at the moment 
and the place themselves; but it was certain that the 
abduction must be made that night, and not when, at 
break of day, the victim was led to her funeral pyre. 
Then no human intervention could save her. 

As soon as night fell, about six o’clock, they decided 
to make a reconnoissance around the pagoda. The 
cries of the fakirs were just ceasing; the Indians were 
in the act of plunging themselves into the drunken- 
ness caused by liquid opium mingled with hemp, and 
it might be possible to slip between them to the temple 
itself. 

The Parsee, leading the others, noiselessly crept 
through the wood, and in ten minutes they found them- 
selves on the banks of a small stream, whence, by the 
light of the rosin torches, they perceived a pyre of 
wood, on the top of which l§.y the embalmed body of 
the rajah, which was to be burned with his wife. The 
pagoda, whose minarets loomed above the trees in the 
deepening dusk, stood a hundred steps away. 

“ Come ! ” whispered the guide. 

He slipped more cautiously than ever through the 
brush, followed by his companions ; the silence around 
was only broken by the low murmuring of the wind 
among the branches. 


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Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of the glade, 
which was lit up by the torches. The ground was 
covered by groups of the Indians, motionless in their 
drunken sleep ; it seemed a battle-field strewn with the 
dead. Men, women and children lay together. 

In the background, among the trees, the pagoda of 
Pillaji loomed indistinctly. Much to the guide’s dis- 
appointment, the guards of the rajah, lighted by 
torches, were watching at the doors and marching to 
and fro with naked sabres; probably the priests, too, 
were watching within. 

The Parsee, now convinced that it was impossible to 
force an entrance to the temple, advanced no farther, 
but led his companions back again. Phileas Fogg and 
Sir Francis Cromarty also saw that nothing could be 
attempted in that direction. They stopped, and engaged 
in a whispered colloquy. 

'' It is only eight now,” said the brigadier, and 
these guards may also go to sleep.” 

“ It is not impossible,” returned the Parsee. 

They lay down at the foot of a tall tree, and 
waited. 

The time seemed long ; the guide ever and anon left 
them to take an observation on the edge of the wood, 
but the guards watched steadily by the glare of the 
torches, and a dim light crept through the windows of 
the pagoda. 

They waited till midnight ; but no change took place 


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among the guards, and it became apparent that their 
yielding to sleep could not be counted on. The other 
plan must be carried out ; an opening in the walls of 
the pagoda must be made. It remained to ascertain 
whether the priests were watching by the side of their 
victim as assiduously as were the soldiers at the 
door. 

After a last consultation, the guide announced that 
he was ready for the attempt, and advanced, followed 
by the others. They took a roundabout way, so as to 
get at the pagoda on the rear. They reached the walls 
about half-past twelve, without having met any one; 
here there was no guard, nor were there either win- 
dows or doors. 

The night was dark. The moon, on the wane, 
scarcely left the horizon, and was covered with heavy 
clouds; the height of the trees deepened the dark- 
ness. 

It was not enough to reach the walls ; an opening in 
them must be accomplished, and to attain this purpose 
the party only had their pocket-knives. Happily the 
temple walls were built of brick and wood, which could 
be penetrated with little difficulty; after one brick had 
been taken out, the rest would yield easily. 

They set noiselessly to work, and the Parsee on one 
side and Passepartout on the other began to loosen the 
bricks, so as to make an aperture two feet wide. They 
were getting on rapidly, when suddenly a cry was 


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heard in the interior of the temple, followed almost 
instantly by other cries replying from the outside. Pas- 
separtout and the guide stopped. Had they been 
heard? Was the alarm being given? Common pru- 
dence urged them to retire, and they did so, followed 
by Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis. They again hid 
themselves in the wood, and waited till the disturb- 
ance, whatever it might be, ceased, holding themselves 
ready to resume their attempt without delay. But, 
awkwardly enough, the guards now appeared at the 
rear of the temple, and there installed themselves, in 
readiness to prevent a surprise. 

It would be difficult to describe the disappointment 
of the party, thus interrupted in their work. They 
could not now reach the victim ; how, then, could they 
save her? Sir Francis shook his fists. Passepartout 
was beside himself, and the guide gnashed his teeth 
with rage. The tranquil Fogg waited, without betray- 
ing any emotion. 

'' We have nothing to do but to go away,” whis- 
pered Sir Francis. 

Nothing but to go away,” echoed the guide. 

Stop,” said Fogg. “ I am only due at Allahabad 
to-morrow before noon.” 

But what can you hope to do? ” asked Sir Francis. 

In a few hours it will be daylight, and — ” 

“ The chance which now seems lost may present itself 
at the last moment.” 


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Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg’s 
eyes. 

What was this cool Englishman thinking of? Was 
he planning to make a rush for the young woman at 
the very moment of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her 
from her executioners? 

This would be utter folly, and it was hard to admit 
that Fogg was such a fool. Sir Francis consented, 
however, to remain to the end of this terrible drama. 
The guide led them to the rear of the glade, where 
they were able to observe the sleeping groups. 

Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself 
on the lower branches of a tree, was revolving an idea 
which had at first struck him like a flash, and which 
was now firmly lodged in his brain. 

He had commenced by saying to himself, What 
folly ! ” and then he repeated, “ Why not, after all ? 
It’s a chance, — perhaps the only one; and with such 
sots ! ” 

Thinking thus, he slipped, with the suppleness of 
a serpent, to the lowest branches, the ends of which 
bent almost to the ground. 

The hours passed, and the lighter shades now 
announced the approach of day, though it was not yet 
light. This was the moment. The slumbering multi- 
tude became animated, the tambourines sounded, songs 
and cries arose; the hour of the sacrifice had come. 
The doors of the pagoda swung open, and a bright 


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light escaped from its interior, in the midst of which 
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis espied the victim. She 
seemed, having shaken off the stupor of intoxication, 
to be striving to escape from her executioner. Sir 
Francis’s heart throbbed; and convulsively seizing Mr. 
Fogg’s hand, found in it an open knife. Just at this 
moment the crowd began to move. The young woman 
had again fallen into a stupor, caused by the fumes of 
hemp, and passed among the fakirs, who escorted her 
with their wild, religious cries. 

Phileas Fogg and his companions, mingling in the 
rear ranks of the crowd, followed ; and in two minutes 
they reached the banks of the stream, and stopped fifty 
paces from the pyre, upon which still lay the rajah’s 
corpse.’ In the semi-obscurity they saw the victim, 
quite senseless, stretched out beside her husband’s body. 
Then a torch was brought, and the wood, soaked with 
oil, instantly took fire. 

At this moment Sir Francis and the guide seized 
Phileas Fogg, who, in an instant of mad generosity, 
was about to rush upon the pyre. But he had quickly 
pushed them aside, when the whole scene suddenly 
changed. A cry of terror arose. The whole multi- 
tude prostrated themselves, terror-stricken, on the 
ground. 

The old rajah was not dead, then, since he rose of a 
sudden, like a spectre, took up his wife in his arms, 
and descended from the pyre in the midst of the clouds 


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of smoke, which only heightened his ghostly appear- 
ance. 

Fakirs and soldiers and priests, seized with instant 
terror, lay there, with their faces on the ground, not 
daring to lift their eyes and behold such a prodigy. 

The inanimate victim was borne along by the vigor- 
ous arms which supported her, and which she did not 
seem in the least to burden. Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis 
stood erect, the Parsee bowed his head, and Passepar- 
tout was, no doubt, scarcely less stupefied. 

The resuscitated rajah approached Sir Francis and 
Mr. Fogg, and, in an abrupt tone, said, “ Let us be 
off!” 

It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon 
the pyre in the midst of the smoke and, profiting by the 
still overhanging darkness, had delivered the young 
woman from death! It was Passepartout who, play- 
ing his part with a happy audacity, had passed through 
the crowd amid the general terror. 

A moment after all four of the party had disap- 
peared in the woods, and the elephant was bearing 
them away at a rapid pace. But the cries and noise, 
and a ball which whizzed through Phileas Fogg's 
hat, apprised them that the trick had been dis- 
covered. 

The old rajah's body, indeed, now appeared upon the 
burning pyre; and the priests, recovered from their 
terror, perceived that an abduction had taken place. 


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They hastened into the forest, followed by the soldiers, 
who fired a volley after the fugitives; but the latter 
rapidly increased the distance between them, and ere 
long found themselves beyond the reach of the bullets 
and arrows. 


CHAPTER XIV 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH 
OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITH- 
OUT EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT 

The rash exploit had been accomplished ; and for an 
hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir 
Francis pressed the worthy fellow’s hand, and his 
master said, “ Well done ! ” which, from him, was high 
commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all 
the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for 
him, he had only been struck with a queer ” idea ; 
and he laughed to think that for a few moments he. 
Passepartout, the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, 
had been the spouse of a charming woman, a venerable, 
embalmed rajah! As for the young Indian woman, 
she had been unconscious throughout of what was 
passing, and now, wrapped up in a travelling-blanket, 
was reposing in one of the howdahs. 

The elephant, thanks to the skilful guidance of the 
Parsee, was advancing rapidly through the still dark- 
some forest, and, an hour after leaving the pagoda, 
had crossed a vast plain. They made a halt at seven 
o’clock, the young woman being still in a state of com- 


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plete prostration. The guide made her drink a little 
brandy and water, but the drowsiness which stupefied 
her could not yet be shaken off. Sir Francis, who. was 
familiar with the effects of the intoxication produced 
by the fumes of hemp, reassured his companions on 
her account. But he was more disturbed at the pros- 
pect of her future fate. He told Phileas Fogg that, 
should Aouda remain in India, she would inevitably 
fall again into the hands of her executioners. These 
fanatics were scattered throughout the country, and 
would, despite the English police, recover their victim 
at Madras, Bombay, or Calcutta. She would only be 
safe by quitting India for ever. 

Phileas Fogg replied that he would reflect upon the 
matter. 

The station at Allahabad was reached about ten 
o’clock, and the interrupted line of railway being re- 
sumed, would enable them to reach Calcutta in less 
than twenty-four hours. Phileas Fogg would thus 
be able to arrive in time to take the steamer which left 
Calcutta the next day, October 25th, at noon, for 
Hong Kong. 

The young woman was placed in one of the waiting- 
rooms of the station, whilst Passepartout was charged 
with purchasing for her various articles of toilet, a 
dress, shawl, and some furs; for which his master 
gave him unlimited credit. Passepartout started off 
forthwith, and found himself in the streets of Allaha- 


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bad, that is, the “ City of God,” one of the most 
venerated in India, being built at the junction of the 
two sacred rivers Ganges and Jumna, the waters of 
which attract pilgrims from every part of the penin- 
sula. The Ganges, according to the legends of the 
Ramayana, rises in heaven, whence, owing to Brahma’s 
agency, it descends to the earth. 

Passepartout made it a point, as he made his pur- 
chases, to take a good look at the city. It was 
formerly defended by a noble fort, which has since 
become a state prison; its commerce has dwindled 
away, and Passepartout in vain looked about him for 
such a bazaar as he used to frequent in Regent Street. 
At last he came upon an elderly, crusty Jew, who sold 
second-hand articles, and from whom he purchased 
a dress of Scotch stuff, a large mantle, and a fine 
otter-skin pelisse, for which he did not hesitate to pay 
seventy-five pounds. He then returned triumphantly 
to the station. 

The influence to which the priests of Pillaji had 
subjected Aouda began gradually to yield, and she 
became more herself, so that her fine eyes resumed 
all their soft Indian expression. 

When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the 
charms of the queen of Ahmehnagara, he speaks 
thus : — 

“ Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle 
the harmonious contour of her white and delicate 


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lOI 


cheeks, brilliant in their glow and freshness. Her 
ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of 
Kama, the god of love, and beneath her long silken 
lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light swim, 
as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils 
of her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and 
white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops 
in a passion-flower's half-enveloped breast. Her 
delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands, her little 
feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter with 
the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the 
most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow 
and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets 
forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty 
of her bosom, where youth in its flower displays the 
wealth of its treasures ; and beneath the silken folds of 
her tunic she seems to have been modelled in pure 
silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the 
immortal sculptor." 

It is enough to say, without applying this poetical 
rhapsody to Aouda, that she was a charming woman, 
in all the European acceptation of the phrase. She 
spoke English with great purity, and the guide had 
not exaggerated in saying that the young Parsee had 
been transformed by her bringing up. 

The train was about to start from Allahabad, and 
Mr. Fogg proceeded to pay the guide the price agreed 
upon for his service, and not a farthing more; which 


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astonished Passepartout, who remembered all that his 
master owed to the guide’s devotion. He had, indeed, 
risked his life in the adventure at Pillaji, and if he 
should be caught afterwards by the Indians, he would 
with difficulty escape their vengeance. Kiouni, also, 
must be disposed of. What should be done with the 
elephant, which had been so dearly purchased ? Phileas 
Fogg had already determined this question. 

“ Parsee,” said he to the guide, “ you have been 
serviceable and devoted. I have paid for your service, 
but not for your devotion. Would you like to have 
this elephant? He is yours.” 

The guide’s eyes glistened. 

“ Your honour is giving me a fortune ! ” cried he. 

“ Take him, guide,” returned Mr. Fogg, and I 
shair still be your debtor.” 

“ Good ! ” exclaimed Passepartout ; “ take him, 

friend. Kiouni is a brave and faithful beast.” And, 
going up to the elephant, he gave him several lumps 
of sugar, saying, Here, Kiouni, here, here.” 

The elephant grunted out his satisfaction, and, 
clasping Passepartout around the waist with his trunk, 
lifted him as high as his head. Passepartout, not in 
the least alarmed, caressed the animal, which replaced 
him gently on the ground. 

Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, 
and Passepartout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, 
who had the best seat, were whirling at full speed 



Passepartout, not at all frightened . ^ . 




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towards Benares. It was a run of eighty miles, and 
was accomplished in two hours. During the journey, 
the young woman fully recovered her senses. What 
was her astonishment to find herself in this carriage, 
on the railway, dressed in European habiliments, and 
with travellers who were quite strangers to her ! Her 
companions first set about fully reviving her with a 
little liquor, and then Sir Francis narrated to her what 
had passed, dwelling upon the courage with which 
Phileas Fogg had not hesitated to risk his life to save 
her, and recounting the happy sequel of the venture, 
the result of Passepartout’s rash idea. Mr. Fogg said 
nothing; while Passepartout, abashed, kept repeating 
that '' it wasn’t worth telling.” 

Aouda pathetically thanked her deliverers, rather 
with tears than words; her fine eyes interpreted her 
gratitude better than her lips. Then, as her thoughts 
strayed back to the scene of the sacrifice, and recalled 
the dangers which still menaced her, she shuddered 
with terror. 

Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in 
Aouda’s mind, and offered, in order to reassure her, 
to escort her to Hong Kong, where she might remain 
safely until the affair was hushed up — an offer which 
she eagerly and gratefully accepted. She had, it 
seems, a Parsee relation, who was one of the principal 
merchants of Hong Kong, which is wholly an English 
city, though on an island on the Chinese coast. 


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At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. 
The Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on 
the site of the ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet’s 
tomb, was once suspended between heaven and earth ; 
though the Benares of to-day, which the Orientalists 
call the Athens of India, stands quite unpoetically on 
the solid earth. Passepartout caught glimpses of its 
brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of deso- 
lation to the place, as the train entered it. 

Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty’s destination, the 
troops he was rejoining being encamped some miles 
northward of the city. He bade adieu to Phileas 
Fogg, wishing him all success, and expressing the 
hope that he would come that way again in a less 
original but more profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly 
pressed him by the hand. The parting of Aouda, who 
did not forget what she owed to Sir Francis, betrayed 
more warmth; and, as for Passepartout, he received a 
hearty shake of the hand from the gallant general. 

The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while 
along the valley of the Ganges. Through the windows 
of their carriage the travellers had glimpses of the 
diversified landscape of Behar, with its mountains 
clothed in verdure, its fields of barley, wheat, and corn, 
its jungles peopled with green alligators, its neat vil- 
lages, and its still thickly-leaved forests. Elephants 
were bathing in the waters of the sacred river, and 
groups of Indians, despite the advanced season and 


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chilly air, were performing solemnly their pious ablu- 
tions. These were fervent Brahmins, the bitterest 
foes of Buddhism, their deities being Vishnu, the solar 
god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of natural forces, 
and Brahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legis- 
lators. What would these divinities think of India, 
anglicised as it is to-day, with steamers whistling and 
scudding along the Ganges, frightening the gulls 
which float upon its surface, the turtles swarming 
along its banks, and the faithful dwelling upon its 
borders ? 

The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, 
save when the steam concealed it fitfully from the 
view; the travellers could scarcely discern the fort of 
Chupenie, twenty miles south-westward from Benares, 
the ancient stronghold of the rajahs of Behar; or 
Ghazipur and its famous rose-water factories; or the 
tomb of Lord Cornwallis, rising on the left bank of 
the Ganges; the fortified town of Buxar, or Patna, a 
large manufacturing and trading place, where is held 
the principal opium market of India; or Monghir, a 
more than European town, for it is as English as 
Manchester or Birmingham, with its iron foundries, 
edge-tool factories, and high chimneys puffing clouds 
of black smoke heavenward. 

Night came on; the train passed on at full speed, 
in the midst of the roaring of the tigers, bears, and 
wolves which fled before the locomotive; and the 


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marvels of Bengal, Golconda, ruined Gour, Mur- 
shedabad, the ancient capital, Burdwan, Hugly, and 
the French town of Chandernagor, where Passepar- 
tout would have been proud to see his country’s flag 
flying, were hidden from their view in the darkness. 

Calcutta was reached at seven in the morning, and 
the packet left for Hong Kong at noon ; so that Phileas 
Fogg had five hours before him. 

According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta 
on the 25th of October, and that was the exact date 
of his actual arrival. He was therefore neither behind- 
hand nor ahead of time. The two days gained be- 
tween London and Bombay had been lost, as has been 
seen, in the journey across India. But it is not to be 
supposed that Phileas Fogg regretted them.. 


CHAPTER XV 


IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANK-NOTES DISGORGES SOME 
THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE 

The train entered the station, and Passepartout, 
jumping out first, was followed by Mr. Fogg, who 
assisted his fair companion to descend. Phileas Fogg 
intended to proceed at once to the Hong Kong steamer, 
in order to get Aouda comfortably settled for the 
voyage. He was unwilling to leave her while they 
were still on dangerous ground. 

Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came 
up to him, and said, “ Mr. Phileas Fogg?'' 

‘‘I am he.” 

“ Is this man your servant ? ” added the policeman, 
pointing to Passepartout. 

“ Yes.” 

** Be so good, both of you, as to follow me.” 

Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The 
policeman was a representative of the law, and law 
is sacred to an Englishman. Passepartout tried to 
reason about the matter, but the policeman tapped him 
with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made him a signal to 
obey. 


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“ May this young lady go with us ? ” asked he. 

** She may,” replied the policeman. 

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted 
to a “ palki-gari,” a sort of four-wheeled carriage, 
drawn by two horses, in which they took their places 
and were driven away. No one spoke during the 
twenty minutes which elapsed before they reached their 
destination. 

They first passed through the black town,” 
with its narrow streets, its miserable, dirty huts, 
and squalid population ; then through the Euro- 
pean town,” which presented a relief in its bright 
brick mansions, shaded by cocoanut-trees and bristling 
with masts, where, although it was early morning, 
elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equipages 
were passing back and forth. 

The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, 
which, however, did not have the appearance of a 
private mansion. The policeman having requested 
his prisoners — for so, truly, they might be called — ^to 
descend, conducted them into a room with barred 
windows, and said, ‘‘ You will appear before Judge 
Obadiah at half-past eight.” 

He then retired, and closed the door. 

“ Why, we are prisoners ! ” exclaimed Passepartout, 
falling into a chair. 

Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to 
Mr. Fogg, “ Sir, you must leave me to my fate ! It 


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is on my account that you receive this treatment; it is 
for having saved me ! ” 

Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it 
was impossible. It was quite unlikely that he should 
be arrested for preventing a suttee. The complain- 
ants would not dare present themselves with such a 
charge. There was some mistake. Moreover, he 
would not in any event abandon Aouda, but would 
escort her to Hong Kong. 

But the steamer leaves at noon ! ” observed Passe- 
partout, nervously. 

‘‘ We shall be on board by noon,"’ replied his 
master, placidly. 

It was said so positively, that Passepartout could not 
help muttering to himself, '"Parbleu, that’s certain! 
Before noon we shall be on board.” But he was by 
no means reassured. 

At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman 
appeared, and, requesting them to follow him, led the 
way to an adjoining hall. It was evidently a court- 
room, and a crowd of Europeans and natives already 
occupied the rear of the apartment. 

Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places 
on a bench opposite the desks of the magistrate and 
his clerk. Immediately after. Judge Obadiah, a fat, 
round man, followed by the clerk, entered. He pro- 
ceeded to take down a wig which was hanging on a 
nail, and put it hurriedly on his head. 


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The first case,” said he ; then, putting his hand to 
his head, he exclaimed, “ Heh ! This is not my wig ! ” 

“ No, your worship,” returned the clerk, ‘‘ it is 
mine.” 

“ My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a 
wise sentence in a clerk’s wig ? ” 

The wigs were exchanged. 

Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on 
the face of the big clock over the judge seemed to 
go round with terrible rapidity. 

‘‘ The first case,” repeated Judge Obadiah. 

‘‘ Phileas Fogg?” demanded Oysterpuff. ^ 

“ I am here,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

‘‘ Passepartout ? ” 

“ Present ! ” responded Passepartout. 

“ Good,” said the judge. “ You have been looked 
for, prisoners, for two days on the trains from 
Bombay.” 

“ But of what are we accused ? ” asked Passepartout, 
impatiently. 

You are about to be informed.” 

“ I am an English subject, sir,” said Mr. Fogg, 
** and I have the right — ” 

** Have you been ill-treated ? ” 

“ Not at all.” 

‘‘Very well; let the complainants come in.” 

A door was swung open by order of the judge, and 
three Indian priests entered. 


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That’s it,” muttered Passepartout ; “ these are 
the rogues who were going to burn our young 
lady.” 

The priests took their places in front of the judge, 
and the clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a 
complaint of sacrilege against Phileas Fogg and his 
servant, who were accused of having violated a place 
held sacred by the Brahmin religion. 

“You hear the charge?” asked the judge. 

“ Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, 
“and I admit it.” 

“You admit it? ” 

“ I admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, 
in their turn, what they were going to do at the pagoda 
of Pillaji.” 

The priests looked at each other ; they did not seem 
to understand what was said. 

“ Yes,” cried Passepartout, warmly ; “ at the pagoda 
of Pillaji, where they were on the point of burning 
their victim.” 

The judge stared with astonishment, and the priests 
were stupefied. 

“What victim?” said Judge Obadiah. “Burn 
whom? In Bombay itself?” 

“ Bombay ? ” cried Passepartout. 

“Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda 
of Pillaji, but of the pagoda of Malebar Hill, at 
Bombay.” 


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“And as a proof,” added the clerk, ‘here are the 
desecrator’s very shoes, which he left behind him.” 

Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk. 

“ My shoes ! ” cried Passepartout, in his surprise 
permitting this imprudent exclamation to escape 
him. 

The confusion of master and man, who had quite 
forgotten the affair at Bombay, for which they were 
now detained at Calcutta, may be imagined. 

Fix, the detective, had foreseen the advantage which 
Passepartout’s escapade gave him, and, delaying his 
departure for twelve hours, had consulted the priests 
of Malebar Hill. Knowing that the English authori- 
ties dealt very severely with this kind of misde- 
meanour, he promised them a goodly sum in damages, 
and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train. 
Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of the young 
widow. Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital 
before Mr. Fogg and his servant, the magistrates 
having been already warned by a despatch to arrest 
them, should they arrive. Fix’s disappointment when 
he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his ap- 
pearance in Calcutta, may be imagined. He made up 
his mind thpt the robber had stopped somewhere on 
the route and taken refuge in the southern provinces. 
For twenty-four hours Fix watched the station with 
feverish anxiety; at last he was rewarded by seeing 
Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive, accompanied by a 


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young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a 
loss to explain. He hastened for a policeman; and 
this was how the party came to be arrested and brought 
before Judge Obadiah. 

Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he 
would have espied the detective ensconced in a corner 
of the court-room, watching the proceedings with an 
interest easily understood; for the warrant had failed 
to reach him at Calcutta, as it had done at Bombay 
and Suez. 

Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepar- 
tout’s rash exclamation, which the poor fellow would 
have given the world to recall. 

“The facts are admitted?” asked the judge. 

“ Admitted,” replied Mr. Fogg, coldly. 

“ Inasmuch,” resumed the judge, “ as the English 
law protects equally and sternly the religions of the 
Indian people, and as the man Passepartout has ad- 
mitted that he violated the sacred pagoda of Malebar 
Hill, at Bombay, on the 20th of October, I condemn 
the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fifteen days 
and a fine of three hundred pounds.” 

“Three hundred pounds!” cried Passepartout, 
startled at the largeness of the sum. 

“ Silence ! ” shouted the constable. 

“And inasmuch,” continued the judge, “ as it is not 
proved that the act was not done by the connivance 
of the master with the servant, and as the master in 


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any case must be held responsible for the acts of his 
paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg to a week’s 
imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fifty 
pounds.” 

Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if 
Phileas Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week, 
it would be more than time for the warrant to arrive. 
Passepartout was stupefied. This sentence ruined his 
master. A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost, 
because he, like a precious fool, had gone into that 
abominable pagoda ! 

Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment 
did not in the least concern him, did not even lift his 
eyebrows while it was being pronounced. Just as 
the clerk was calling the next case, he rose, and said, 

I offer bail.” 

You have that right,” returned the judge. 

Fix’s blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure 
when he heard the judge announce that the bail 
required for each prisoner would be one thousand 
pounds. 

‘‘ I will pay it at once,” said Mr. Fogg, taking a 
roll of bank-bills from the carpet-bag, which Passe- 
partout had by him, and placing them on the clerk’s 
desk. 

“ This sum will be restored to you upon your release 
from prison,” said the judge. “ Meanwhile, you are 
liberated on bail.” 


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“ Come ! ” said Phileas Fogg to his servant. 

“ But let them at least give me back my shoes ! ” 
cried Passepartout, angrily. 

“Ah, these are pretty dear shoes ! ” he muttered, as 
they were handed to him. “ More than a thousand 
pounds apiece; besides, they pinch my feet.’’ 

Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, 
followed by the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still 
nourished hopes that the robber would not, after all, 
leave the two thousand pounds behind him, but would 
decide to serve out his week in jail, and issued forth 
on Mr. Fogg’s traces. That gentleman took a car- 
riage, and the party were soon landed on one of the 
quays. 

The “ Rangoon ” was moored half a mile off in the 
harbour, its signal of departure hoisted at the mast- 
head. 

Eleven o’clock was striking; Mr. Fogg was an 
hour in advance of time. Fix saw them leave the 
carriage and push off in a boat for the steamer, and 
stamped his feet with disappointment. 

“ The rascal is off, after all ! ” he exclaimed. “ Two 
thousand pounds sacrificed! He’s as prodigal as a 
thief! I’ll follow him to the end of the world if 
necessary; but at the rate he is going on, the stolen 
money will soon be exhausted.” 

The detective was not far wrong in making this 
conjecture. Since leaving London, what with travel- 


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ling-expenses, bribes, the purchase of the elephant, 
bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had already spent more than 
five thousand pounds on the way, and the percentage 
of the sum recovered from the bank robber, promised 
to the detectives, was rapidly diminishing. 


CHAPTER XVI 


IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN 
THE LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO HIM 

The “ Rangoon ” — one of the Peninsula and Oriental 
Company’s boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese 
seas — was a screw steamer, built of iron, weighing 
about seventeen hundred and seventy tons, and with 
engines of four hundred horse-power. She was as 
fast, but not as well fitted up, as the “ Mongolia,” and 
Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on board 
of her as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, 
the trip from Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised 
some three thousand five hundred miles, occupying 
from ten to twelve days, and the young woman was 
not difficult to please. 

During the first days of the journey Aouda became 
better acquainted with her protector, and constantly 
gave evidence of her deep gratitude for what he had 
done. The phlegmatic gentleman listened to her, 
apparently at least, with coldness, neither his voice nor 
his manner betraying the slightest emotion; but he 
seemed to be always on the watch that nothing should 
be wanting to Aouda’s comfort. He visited her regu- 


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larly each day at certain hours, not so much to talk 
himself as to sit and hear her talk. He treated her 
with the strictest politeness, but with the precision of 
an automaton, the movements of which had been ar- 
ranged for this purpose. Aouda did not quite know 
what to make of him, though Passepartout had given 
her some hints of his master’s eccentricity, and made 
her smile by telling her of the wager which was 
sending him round the world. After all, she owed 
Phileas Fogg her life, and she always regarded him 
through the exalting medium of her gratitude. 

Aouda confirmed the Parsee guide’s narrative of her 
touching history. She did, indeed, belong to the 
highest of the native races of India. Many of the 
Parsee merchants have made great fortunes there by 
dealing in cotton; and one of them. Sir Jametsee 
Jeejeebhoy, was made a baronet by the English 
government. Aouda was a relative of this great man, 
and it was his cousin, Jeejeeh, whom she hoped to 
join at Hong Kong. Whether she would find a pro- 
tector in him she could not tell ; but Mr. Fogg essayed 
to calm her anxieties, and to assure her that everything 
would be mathematically — he used the very word — 
arranged. 

Aouda fastened her great eyes, clear as the 
sacred lakes of the Himalaya,” upon him; but the 
intractable Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem at 
all inclined to throw himself into this lake. 


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The first few days of the voyage passed prosper- 
ously, amid favourable weather and propitious winds, 
and they soon came in sight of the great Andaman, 
the principal of the islands in the Bay of Bengal, with 
its picturesque Saddle Peak, two thousand four hun- 
dred feet high, looming above the waters. The 
steamer passed along near the shores, but the savage 
Papuans, who are in the lowest scale of humanity, but 
are not, as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make 
their appearance. 

The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by 
them, was superb. Vast forests of palms, arecs, 
bamboo, teakwood, of the gigantic mimosa, and tree- 
like ferns covered the foreground, while behind, the 
graceful outlines of the mountains were traced against 
the sky; and along the coasts swarmed by thousands 
the precious swallows whose nests furnish a luxurious 
dish to the tables of the Celestial Empire. The varied 
landscape afiforded by the Andaman Islands was soon 
passed, however, and the Rangoon rapidly ap- 
proached the Straits of Malacca, which give access to 
the China seas. 

What was detective Fix, so unluckily drawn on 
from country to country, doing all this while? He had 
managed to embark on the “Rangoon” at Calcutta 
without being seen by Passepartout, after leaving 
orders that, if the warrant should arrive, it should 
be forwarded to him at Hong Kong; and he hoped 


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to conceal his presence to the end of the voyage. It 
would have been difficult to explain why he was on 
board without awaking Passepartout’s suspicions, who 
thought him still at Bombay. But necessity impelled 
him, nevertheless, to renew his acquaintance with the 
worthy servant, as will be seen. 

All the detective’s hopes and wishes were now cen- 
tred on Hong Kong; for the steamer’s stay at Singa- 
pore would be too brief to enable him to take any 
steps there. The arrest must be made at Hong Kong, 
or the robber would probably escape him for ever. 
Hong Kong was the last English ground on which he 
would set foot ; beyond, China, Japan, America offered 
to Fogg an almost certain refuge. If the warrant 
should at last make its appearance at Hong Kong, 
Fix could arrest him and give him into the hands of 
the local police, and there would be no further trouble. 
But beyond Hong Kong, a simple warrant would be 
of no avail; an extradition warrant would be neces- 
sary, and that would result in delays and obstacles, 
of which the rascal would take advantage to elude 
justice. 

Fix thought over these probabilities during the long 
hours which he spent in his cabin, and kept repeating 
to himself, “ Now, either the warrant will be at Hong 
Kong, in which case I shall arrest my man, or it will 
not be there; and this time it is absolutely necessary 
that I should delay his departure. I have failed at 


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Bombay, and I have failed at Calcutta: if I fail at 
Hong Kong, my reputation is lost. Cost what it may, 
I must succeed! But how shall I prevent his de- 
parture, if that should turn out to be my last 
resource ? ” 

Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, 
he would make a confidant of Passepartout, and tell 
him what kind of a fellow his master really was. That 
Passepartout was not Fogg’s accomplice, he was very 
certain. The servant, enlightened by his disclosure, 
and afraid of being himself implicated in the crime, 
would doubtless become an ally of the detective. But 
this method was a dangerous one, only to be employed 
when everything else had failed. A word from Passe- 
partout to his master would ruin all. The detective 
was therefore in a sore strait. But suddenly a new 
idea struck him. The presence of Aouda on the 
“ Rangoon,” in company with Phileas Fogg, gave 
him new material for reflection. 

Who was this woman ? What combination of events 
had made her Fogg’s travelling companion? They 
had evidently met somewhere between Bombay and 
Calcutta; but where? Had they met accidentally, or 
had Fogg gone into the interior purposely in quest 
of this charming damsel? Fix was fairly puzzled. 
He asked himself whether there had not been a wicked 
elopement; and this idea so impressed itself upon his 
mind that he determined to make use of the supposed 


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intrigue. Whether the young woman were married 
or not, he would be able to create such difficulties for 
Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong, that he could not escape by 
paying any amount of money. 

But could he even wait till they reached Hong 
Kong? Fogg had an abominable way of jumping 
from one boat to another, and, before anything could 
be effected, might get full under weigh again for 
Yokohama. 

Fix decided that he must warn the English author- 
ities, and signal the “ Rangoon ” before her arrival. 
This was easy to do, since the steamer stopped at 
Singapore, whence there is a telegraphic wire to Hong 
Kong. He finally resolved, moreover, before acting 
more positively, to question Passepartout. It would 
not be difficult to make him talk; and, as there was 
no time to lose, Fix prepared to make himself 
known. 

It was now the 30th of October, and on the fol- 
lowing day the Rangoon ” was due at Singapore. 

Fix emerged from his calkin and went on deck. 
Passepartout was promenading up and down in the 
forward part of the steamer. The detective rushed 
forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, 
and exclaimed, “ You here, on the ' Rangoon ” 

“ What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board ? ” re- 
turned the really astonished Passepartout, recognizing 
his crony of the “ Mongolia.” “ Why, I left you at 


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Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong ! 
Are you going round the world too ? 

'' No, no,” replied Fix ; “ I shall stop at Hong Kong 
— at least for some days.” 

'' Hum ! ” said Passepartout, who seemed for an 
instant perplexed. “ But how is it I have not seen you 
on board since we left Calcutta?” 

“ Oh, a trifle of seasickness, — Pve been staying in 
my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with 
me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. 
Fogg?” 

'‘As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind 
time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don’t know that we 
have a young lady with us.” 

" A young lady ? ” replied the detective, not seeming 
to comprehend what was said. 

Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda’s history, 
the aflfair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the 
elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the 
arrest and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the 
restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on 
bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, 
seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout 
related; and the latter was charmed to find so inter- 
ested a listener. 

“ But does your master propose to carry this young 
woman to Europe ? ” 

" Not at all. We are simply going to place her 


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under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich 
merchant at Hong Kong.” 

Nothing to be done there,” said Fix to himself, 
concealing his disappointment. ‘‘A glass of gin, Mr. 
Passepartout? ” 

“ Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have 
a friendly glass on board the ' Rangoon.’ ” 


CHAPTER XVII 


SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM 
SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG 

The detective and Passepartout met often on deck 
after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and 
did not attempt to induce his companion ,to divulge 
any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a 
glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; 
but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, 
where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his 
inveterate habit, took a hand at whist. 

Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture 
what strange chance kept Fix stiU on the route that 
his master was pursuing. It was really worth con- 
sidering why this certainly very amiable and com- 
placent person, whom he had first met at Suez, had 
then encountered on board the Mongolia,” who dis- 
embarked at Bombay, which he announced as his 
destination, and now turned up so unexpectedly on the 
“ Rangoon,” was following Mr. Fogg’s tracks step by 
step. What was Fix’s object? Passepartout was 
ready to wager his Indian shoes — which he religiously 
preserved — that Fix would also leave Hong Kong at 


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the same time with them, and probably on the same 
steamer. 

Passepartout might have cudgelled his brain for a 
century without hitting upon the real object which 
the detective had in view. He never could have 
imagined that Phileas Fogg was being tracked as a 
robber around the globe. But as it is in human nature 
to attempt the solution of every mystery, Passepartout 
suddenly discovered an explanation of Fix^s move- 
ments, which was in truth far from unreasonable. 
Fix, he thought, could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg’s 
friends at the Reform Club, sent to follow him up, 
and to ascertain that he really went round the world 
as had been agreed upon. 

‘‘ It’s clear ! ” repeated the worthy servant to him- 
self, proud of his shrewdness. He’s a spy sent to 
keep us in view ! That isn’t quite the thing, either, to 
be spying Mr. Fogg, who is so honourable a man! 
Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this shall cost you 
dear! ” 

Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved 
to say nothing to his master, lest he should be justly 
offended at this mistrust on the part of his adversaries. 
But he determined to cha^ Fix, when he had the 
chance, with mysterious allusions, which, however, 
need not betray his real suspicions. 

During the afternoon of Wednesday, October 30th, 
the “ Rangoon ” entered the Strait of Malacca, which 


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separates the peninsula of that name from Sumatra. 
The mountainous and craggy islets intercepted the 
beauties of this noble island from the view of the 
travellers. The “ Rangoon dropped anchor at 
Singapore the next day at four a.m., to receive coal, 
having gained half a day on the prescribed time of her 
arrival. Phileas Fogg noted this gain in his journal, 
and then, accompanied by Aouda, who betrayed a 
desire for a walk on shore, disembarked. 

Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg’s every movement, 
followed them cautiously, without being himself 
perceived; while Passepartout, laughing in his sleeve 
at Fix’s manoeuvres, went about his usual errands. 

The island of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, 
for there are no mountains; yet its appearance is not 
without attractions. It is a park checkered by pleas- 
ant highways and avenues. A handsome carriage, 
drawn by a sleek pair of New Holland horses, carried 
Phileas Fogg and Aouda into the midst of rows of 
palms with brilliant foliage, and of clove-trees whereof 
the cloves form the heart of a half-open flower. Pepper 
plants replaced the prickly hedges of European fields ; 
sago-bushes, large ferns with gorgeous branches, 
varied the aspect of this tropical clime ; while nutmeg- 
trees in full foliage filled the air with a penetrating 
perfume. Agile and grinning bands of monkeys 
skipped about in the trees, nor were tigers wanting in 
the jungles. 


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After a drive of two hours through the country, 
Aouda and Mr. Fogg returned to the town, which is 
a vast collection of heavy-looking, irregular houses, 
surrounded by charming gardens rich in tropical fruits 
and plants ; and at ten o’clock they re-embarked, closely 
followed by the detective, who had kept them con- 
stantly in sight. 

Passepartout, who had been purchasing several 
dozen mangoes — a fruit as large as good-sized apples, 
of a dark-brown colour outside and a bright red within, 
and whose white pulp, melting in the mouth, aifords 
gourmands a delicious sensation — was waiting for 
them on deck. He was only too glad to, offer some 
mangoes to Aouda, who thanked him very gracefully 
for them. 

At eleven o’clock the “ Rangoon ” rode out of 
Singapore harbour, and in a few hours the high 
mountains of Malacca, with their forests inhabited by 
the most beautifully-furred tigers in the world, were 
lost to view. Singapore is distant some thirteen 
hundred miles from the island of Hong Kong, which 
is a little English colony near the Chinese coast. 
Phileas Fogg hoped to accomplish the journey in six, 
days, so as to be in time for the steamer which would 
leave on the 6th of November for Yokohama, the 
principal Japanese port. 

The “ Rangoon ” had a large quota of passengers, 
many of whom disembarked at Singapore, among 


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them a number of Indians, Ceylonese, Chinamen, 
Malays, and Portuguese, mostly second-class trav- 
ellers. 

The weather, which had hitherto been fine, changed 
with the last quarter of the moon. The sea rolled 
heavily, and the wind at intervals rose almost to a 
storm, but happily blew from the south-west, and thus 
aided the steamer’s progress. The captain as often as 
possible put up his sails, and under the double action 
of steam and sail, the vessel made rapid progress along 
the coasts of Anam and Cochin China. Owing to the 
defective construction of the “ Rangoon,” however, 
unusual precautions became necessary in unfavourable 
weather ; but the loss of time which resulted from this 
cause, while it nearly drove Passepartout out of his 
senses, did not seem to affect his master in the least. 
Passepartout blamed the captain, the engineer, and 
the crew, and consigned all who were connected with 
the ship to the land where the pepper grows. Perhaps 
the thought of the gas, which was remorselessly burn- 
ing at his expense in Saville Row, had something to 
do with his hot impatience. 

“ You are in a great hurry, then,” said Fix to him 
•one day, ^‘to reach Hong Kong?” 

“ A very great hurry ! ” 

“ Mr. Fogg, I suppose, is anxious to catch the 
steamer for Yokohama ? ” 

'' Terribly anxious.” 


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“ You believe in this journey around the world, 
then?’’ 

‘'Absolutely. Don’t you, Mr. Fix?” 

“ I ? I don’t believe a word of it.” 

“You’re a sly dog! ” said Passepartout, winking at 
him. 

This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his 
knowing why. Had the Frenchman guessed his real 
purpose ? He knew not what to think. But how could 
Passepartout have discovered that he was a detective ? 
Yet, in speaking as he did, the man evidently meant 
more than he expressed. 

Passepartout went still further the next day; he 
could not hold his tongue. 

“ Mr. Fix,” said he, in a bantering tone ; “ shall we 
be so unfortunate as to lose you when we get to Hong 
Kong?” 

“ Why,” responded Fix, a little embarrassed, “ I 
don’t know; perhaps ” 

“ Ah, if you would only go on with us ! An agent 
of the Peninsular Company, you know, can’t stop on 
the way ! You were only going to Bombay, and here 
you are in China. America is not far off, and from 
America to Europe is only a step.” 

Fix looked intently at his companion, whose coun- 
tenance was as serene as possible, and laughed with 
him. But Passepartout persisted in chaffing him by 
asking him if he made much by his present occupation. 


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“ Yes, and no,” returned Fix ; “ there is good and 
bad luck in such things. But you must understand 
that I don’t travel at my own expense.” 

Oh, I am, quite sure of that ! ” cried Passepartout, 
laughing heartily. 

Fix, fairly puzzled, descended to his cabin and gave 
himself up to his reflections. He was evidently sus- 
pected; somehow or other the Frenchman had found 
out that he was a detective. But had he told his mas- 
ter ? What part was he playing in all this : was he an 
accomplice or not? Was the game, then, up? Fix 
spent several hours turning these things over in his 
mind, sometimes thinking that all was lost, then per- 
suading himself that Fogg was ignorant of his pres- 
ence, and then undecided what course it was best to 
take. 

Nevertheless, he preserved his coolness of mind, 
and at last resolved to deal plainly with Passepartout. 
If he did not find it practicable to arrest Fogg at Hong 
Kong, and if Fogg made preparations to leave that 
last foothold of English territory, he, Fix, would tell 
Passepartout all. Either the servant was the accom- 
plice of his master, and in this case the master knew 
of his operations, and he should fail; or else the 
servant knew nothing about the robbery, and then 
his interest would be to abandon the robber. 

Such was the situation between Fix and Passepar- 
tout. Me'anwhile Phileas Fogg moved about above 


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them in the most majestic and unconscious indiffer- 
ence. He was passing methodically in his orbit around 
the world, regardless of the lesser stars which gravi- 
tated around him. Yet there was near by what the 
astronomers would call a disturbing star, which might 
have produced an agitation in this gentleman’s heart. 
But no! the charms of Aouda failed to act, to Passe- 
partout’s great surprise; and the disturbances, if they 
existed, would have been more difficult to calculate 
than those of Uranus which led to the discovery of 
Neptune. 

It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepar- 
tout, who read in Aouda’s eyes the depths of her grati- 
tude to his master. Phileas Fogg, though brave and 
gallant, must be, he thought, quite heartless. As to 
the sentiment which this journey might have awakened 
in him, there was clearly no trace of such a thing; 
while poor Passepartout existed in perpetual reveries. 

One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine- 
room, and was observing the engine, when a sudden 
pitch of the steamer threw the screw out of the water. 
The Steam came hissing out of the valves; and this 
made Passepartout indignant. 

“ The valves are not sufficiently charged ! ” he ex- 
claimed. “We are not going. Oh, these English! If 
this was an American craft, we should blow up, per- 
haps, but we should at all events go faster ! ” 


CHAPTER XVIII 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG^ PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO 
EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS 

The weather was bad during the latter days of the 
voyage. The wind, obstinately remaining in the north- 
west, blew a gale, and retarded the steamer. The 
“ Rangoon ’’ rolled heavily, and the passengers became 
impatient of the long, monstrous waves which the 
wind raised before their path. A sort of tempest arose 
on the 3rd of November, the squall knocking the vessel 
about with fury, and the waves running high. The 
“ Rangoon reefed all her sails, and even the rigging 
proved too much, whistling and shaking amid the 
squall. The steamer was forced to proceed slowly, 
and the captain estimated that she would reach Hong 
Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the storm 
lasted. 

Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which 
seemed to be struggling especially to delay him, with 
his habitual tranquillity. He never changed counte- 
nance for an instant, though a delay of twenty hours, 
by making him too late for the Yokohama boat, would 
almost inevitably cause the loss of the wager. But 


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this man of nerve manifested neither impatience nor 
annoyance; it seemed as if the storm were a part of 
his programme, and had been foreseen. Aouda was 
amazed to find him as calm as he had been from the 
first time she saw him. 

Fix did not look at the state of things in the same 
light. The storm greatly pleased him. His satisfac- 
tion would have been complete had the “ Rangoon 
been forced to retreat before the violence of wind and 
waves. Each delay filled him with hope, for it became 
more and more probable that Fogg would be obliged 
to remain some days at Flong Kong; and now the 
heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts 
and squalls. It mattered not that they made him sea- 
sick — he made no account of this inconvenience; and 
whilst his body was writhing under their effects, his 
spirit bounded with hopeful exultation. 

Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the 
unpropitious weather. Everything had gone so well 
till now ! Earth and sea had seemed to be at his mas- 
ter’s service; steamers and railways obeyed him; wind 
and steam united to speed his journey. Had the hour 
of adversity come ? Passepartout was as much excited 
as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from 
his own pocket. The storm exasperated him, the gale 
made him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate 
sea into obedience. Poor fellow ! Fix carefully con- 
cealed from him his own satisfaction, for, had he be- 


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trayed it, Passepartout could scarcely have restrained 
himself from personal violence. 

Passepartout remained on deck as long as the 
tempest lasted, being unable to remain quiet below, 
and taking it into his head to aid the progress of the 
ship by lending a hand with the crew. He over- 
whelmed the captain, officers, and sailors, who could 
not help laughing at his impatience, with all sorts of 
questions. He wanted to know exactly how long the 
storm was going to last; whereupon he was referred 
to the barometer, which seemed to have no intention 
of rising. Passepartout shook it, but with no percepti- 
ble effect; for neither shaking nor maledictions could 
prevail upon it to change its mind. 

On the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and 
the storm lessened its violence ; the wind veered south- 
ward, and was once more favourable. Passepartout 
cleared up with the weather. Some of the sails were 
unfurled, and the Rangoon ” resumed its most rapid 
speed. 

The time lost could not, however, be regained. 
Land was not signalled until five o’clock on the morn- 
ing of the 6th ; the steamer was due on the 5th. Phileas 
Fogg was twenty-four hours behindhand, and the 
Yokohama steamer would of course be missed. 

The pilot went on board at six, and took his place 
on the bridge, to guide the “ Rangoon ” through the 
channels to the port of Hong Kong. Passepartout 


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longed to ask him if the steamer had left for Yoko- 
hama ; but he dared not, for he wished to preserve the 
spark of hope which still remained till the last moment. 
He had confided his anxiety to Fix, who — the sly 
rascal ! — tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg 
would be in time if he took the next boat ; but this only 
put Passepartout in a passion. 

Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate 
to approach the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he 
knew when a steamer would leave Hong Kong for 
Yokohama. 

“At high tide to-morrow morning,” answered the 
pilot. 

“ Ah ! ” said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any aston- 
ishment. 

Passepartout, who heard what passed, would will- 
ingly have embraced the pilot, while Fix would have 
been glad to twist his neck. 

“What is the steamer's name?” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“The ‘Carnatic.'” 

“ Ought she not to have gone yesterday ? ” 

“ Yes, sir ; but they had to repair one of her boilers, 
and so her departure was postponed till to-morrow.” 

“ Thank you,” returned Mr. Fogg, descending 
mathematically to the saloon. 

Passepartout clasped the pilot's hand and shook it 
heartily in his delight, exclaiming, “ Pilot, you are the 
best of good fellows I ” 


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The pilot probably does not know to this day why 
his responses won him this enthusiastic greeting. He 
remounted the bridge, and guided the steamer through 
the flotilla of junks, tankas, and fishing-boats which 
crowd the harbour of Hong Kong. 

At one o’clock the ‘‘ Rangoon ” was at the quay, and 
the passengers were going ashore. 

Chance had strangely favoured Phileas Fogg, for, 
had not the “ Carnatic ” been forced to lie over for 
repairing her boilers, she would have left on the 6th of 
November, and the passengers for Japan would have 
been obliged to await for a week the sailing of the 
next steamer. Mr. Fogg was, it is true, twenty-four 
hours behind his time; but this could not seriously 
imperil the remainder of his tour. 

The steamer which crossed the Pacific from Yoko- 
hama to San Francisco made a direct connection with 
that from Hong Kong, and it could not sail until the 
latter reached Yokohama ; and if Mr. Fogg was twenty- 
four hours late on reaching Yokohama, this time 
would no doubt be easily regained in the voyage of 
twenty-two days across the Pacific. He found himself, 
then, about twenty-four hours behindhand, thirty-five 
days after leaving London. 

The ‘‘Carnatic” was announced to leave Hong 
Kong at five the next morning. Mr. Fogg had sixteen 
hours in which to attend to his business there, which 
was to deposit Aouda safely with her wealthy relative. 


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On landing, he conducted her to a palanquin, in 
which they repaired to the Club Hotel. A room was 
engaged for the young woman, and Mr. Fogg, after 
seeing that she wanted for nothing, set out in search 
of her cousin Jejeeh. He instructed Passepartout to 
remain at the hotel until his return, that Aouda might 
not be left entirely alone. 

Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did 
not doubt, every one would know so wealthy and con- 
siderable a personage as the Parsee merchant. Meet- 
ing a broker, he made the inquiry, to learn that Jejeeh 
had left China two years before, and, retiring from 
business with an immense fortune, had taken up his 
residence in Europe — in Holland, the broker thought, 
with the merchants of which country he had princi- 
pally traded. Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, 
begged a moment’s conversation with Aouda, and, 
without more ado, apprised her that Jejeeh was no 
longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland. 

Aouda at first said nothing. She passed her hand 
across her forehead, and reflected a few moments. 
Then, in her sweet, soft voice, she said, ‘‘ What ought 
I to do, Mr. Fogg?” 

It is very simple,” responded the gentleman. Go 
on to Europe.” 

But I cannot intrude — ” 

“ You do not intrude, nor do you in the least 
embarrass my project. Passepartout ! ” 


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“ Monsieur.” 

“ Go to the ‘ Carnatic,’ and engage three cabins.” 

Passepartout, delighted that the young woman, who 
was very gracious to him, was going to continue the 
journey with them, went off at a brisk gait to obey his 
master’s order. 


CHAPTER XIX 


IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST 
IN HIS MASTER, AND WHAT COMES OF IT 

Hong Kong is an island which came into the posses- 
sion of the English by the treaty of Nankin, after the 
war of 1842; and the colonizing genius of the English 
has created upon it an important city and an excellent 
port. The island is situated at the mouth of the Canton 
River, and is separated by about sixty miles from the 
Portuguese town of Macao, on the opposite coast. 
Hong Kong has beaten Macao in the struggle for the 
Chinese trade, and now the greater part of the trans- 
portation of Chinese goods finds its depot at the former 
place. Docks, hospitals, wharves, a Gothic cathedral, 
a government house, macadamized streets give to Hong 
Kong the appearance of a town in Kent or Sur- 
rey transferred by some strange magic to the anti- 
podes. 

Passepartout wandered, with his hands in his 
pockets, towards the Victoria port, gazing as he went 
at the curious palanquins and other modes of convey- 
ance, and the groups of Chinese, Japanese, and Euro- 
peans who passed to and fro in the streets. Hong 
Kong seemed to him not unlike Bombay, Calcutta, and 


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Singapore, since, like them, it betrayed everywhere the 
evidence of English supremacy. At the Victoria port 
he found a confused mass of ships of all nations, 
English, French, American, and Dutch, men-of-war 
and trading vessels, Japanese and Chinese junks, 
sempas, tankas, and flower-boats, which formed so 
many floating parterres. Passepartout noticed in the 
crowd a number of the natives who seemed very old 
and were dressed in yellow. On going into a barber’s 
to get shaved, he learned that these ancient men were 
all at least eighty years old, at which age they are per- 
mitted to wear yellow, which is the Imperial colour. 
Passepartout, without exactly knowing why, thought 
this very funny. 

On reaching the quay where they were to embark 
on the Carnatic,” he was not astonished to find Fix 
walking up and down. The detective seemed very 
much disturbed and disappointed. 

“ This is bad,” muttered Passepartout, '' for the gen- 
tlemen of the Reform Club ! ” He accosted Fix with 
a merry smile, as if he had not perceived that gentle- 
man’s chagrin. The detective had, indeed, good rea- 
sons to inveigh against the bad luck which pursued 
him. The warrant had not come ! It was certainly on 
the way, but as certainly it could not now reach Hong 
Kong for several days ; and this being the last English 
territory on Mr. Fogg’s route, the robber would escape, 
unless he could manage to detain him. 


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“Well, Monsieur Fix,” said Passepartout, “have 
you decided to go on with us as far as America ? ” 

“ Yes.” returned Fix, through his set teeth. 

“ Good ! ” exclaimed Passepartout, laughing 
heartily. “I knew you could not persuade yourself 
to separate from us. Come and engage your berth.” 

They entered the steamer office and secured cabins 
for four persons. The clerk, as he gave them the 
tickets, informed them that, the repairs on the “ Car- 
natic ” having been completed, the steamer would leave 
that very evening, and not next morning as had been 
announced. 

“ That will suit my master all the better,” said Passe- 
partout. “ I will go and let him know.” 

Fix now decided to make a bold move ; he resolved 
to tell Passepartout all. It seemed to be the only 
possible means of keeping Phileas Fogg several days 
longer at Hong Kong. He accordingly invited his 
companion into a tavern which caught his eye on the 
quay. 

On entering, they found themselves in a large 
room handsomely decorated, at the end of which was 
a large camp-bed furnished with cushions. Several 
persons lay upon this bed in a deep sleep. At the 
small tables which were arranged about the room some 
thirty customers were drinking English beer, porter, 
gin, and brandy; smoking, the while, long red clay 
pipes stuffed with little balls of opium mingled with 


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essence of rose. From time to time one of the 
smokers, overcome with the narcotic, would slip under 
the table, whereupon the waiters, taking him by the 
head and feet, carried and laid him upon the bed. The 
bed already supported twenty of these stupefied sots. 

Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in a 
smoking-house haunted by those wretched, cadaverous, 
idiotic creatures, to whom the English merchants sell 
every year the miserable drug called opium, to the 
amount of one million four hundred thousand pounds 
— ^thousands devoted to one of the most despicable 
vices which afflict humanity! The Chinese govern- 
ment has in vain attempted to deal with the evil by 
stringent laws. It passed gradually from the rich, to 
whom it was at first exclusively reserved, to the lower 
classes, and then its ravages could not be arrested. 
Opium is smoked everywhere, at all times, by men and 
women, in the Celestial Empire ; and, once accustomed 
to it, the victims cannot dispense with it, except by 
suffering horrible bodily contortions and agonies. A 
great smoker can smoke as many as eight pipes a day ; 
but he dies in five years. It was in one of these dens 
that Fix and Passepartout in search of a friendly glass, 
found themselves. Passepartout had no money, but 
willingly accepted Fix’s invitation in the hope of re- 
turning the obligation at some future time. 

They ordered two bottles of port, to which the 
Frenchman did ample ju^tice> whilst Fix observed him 


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with close attention. They chatted about the journey, 
and Passepartout was especially merry at the idea that 
Fix was going to continue it with them. When the bot^ 
ties were empty, however, he rose to go and tell his 
master of the change in the time of the sailing of the 
“Carnatic.’^ 

Fix caught him by the arm, and said, Wait a 
moment.’’ 

“ What for, Mr. Fix?” 

“ I want to have a serious talk with you.” 

“ A serious talk ! ” cried Passepartout, drinking up 
the little wine that was left in the bottom of his glass. 

Well, we’ll talk about it to-morrow ; I haven’t time 
now.” 

Stay ! What I have to say concerns your master.” 

Passepartout, at this, looked attentively at his com- 
panion. Fix’s face seemed to have a singular expres- 
sion. He resumed his seat. 

“ What is it that you have to say ? ” 

Fix placed his hand upon Passepartout’s arm and, 
lowering his voice, said, ‘'You have guessed who 
I am?” 

“ Parbleu ! ” said Passepartout, smiling. 

“ Then I’m going to tell you everything — ” 

“Now that I know everything, my friend! Ah! 
that’s very good. But go on, go on. First, though, 
let me tell you that those gentlemen have put them- 
selves to a useless expense.” 


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“ Useless ! said Fix. '' You speak confidently. 
It’s clear that you don’t know how large the sum is.” 

" Of course I do,” returned Passepartout. 
“ Twenty thousand pounds.” 

“ Fifty-five thousand ! ” answered Fix, pressing his 
companion’s hand. 

‘‘What!” cried the Frenchman. “Has Monsieur 
Fogg dared — fifty-five thousand pounds 1 Well, 
there’s all the more reason for not losing an instant,” 
he continued, getting up hastily. 

Fix pushed Passepartout back in his chair, and 
resumed : “ Fifty-five thousand pounds ; and if I suc- 
ceed, I get two thousand pounds. If you’ll help me. 
I’ll let you have five hundred of them.” 

“ Help you ? ” cried Passepartout, whose eyes were 
standing wide open. 

“ Yes ; help me keep Mr. Fogg here for two or three 
days.” 

“ Why, what are you saying? These gentlemen are 
not satisfied with following my master and suspecting 
his honour, but they must try to put obstacles in his 
way ! I blush for them 1 ” 

“ What do you mean? ” 

“ I, mean that it is a piece of shameful trickery. 
They might as well waylay Mr. Fogg and put his 
money in their pockets ! ” 

“ That’s just what we count on doing.” 

“It’s a conspiracy, then,” cried Passepartout, who 


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became more and more excited as the liquor mounted 
in his head, for he drank without perceiving it. ‘‘A 
real conspiracy ! And gentlemen, too. Bah ! ” 

Fix began to be puzzled. 

'' Members of the Reform Club ! ” continued Passe- 
partout. ^‘You must know, Monsieur Fix, that my 
master is an honest man, and that, when he makes a 
wager, he tries to win it fairly ! 

“ But who do you think I am ? ” asked Fix, looking 
at him intently. 

“ Parbleu ! An agent of the members of the Reform 
Club, sent out here to interrupt my master’s journey. 
But, though I found you out some time ago. I’ve taken 
good care to say nothing about it to Mr. Fogg.” 

“ He knows nothing, then ? ” 

Nothing,” replied Passepartout, again, emptying 
his glass. 

The detective passed his hand across his forehead, 
hesitating before he spoke again. What should he 
do? Passepartout’s mistake seemed sincere, but it 
made his design more difficult. It was evident that 
the servant was not the master’s accomplice, as Fix 
had been inclined to suspect. 

“ Well,” said the detective to himself, as he is not 
an accomplice, he will help me.” 

He had no time to lose: Fogg must be detained at 
Hong Kong; so he resolved to make a clean breast 
of it. 


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'' Listen to me,” said Fix abruptly. I am not, as 
you think, an agent of the members of the Reform 
Club—” 

** Bah ! ” retorted Passepartout, with an air of 
raillery. 

“ I am a police detective, sent out here by the Lon- 
don office.” 

“ You, a detective ? ” 

“ I will prove it. Here is my commission.” 

Passepartout was speechless with astonishment when 
Fix displayed this document, the genuineness of which 
could not be doubted. 

“ Mr. Fogg's wager,” resumed Fix, is only a pre- 
text, of which you and the gentlemen of the Reform 
are dupes. He had a motive for securing your inno- 
cent complicity.” 

“But why?” 

“Listen. On the 28th of last September a robbery 
of fifty-five thousand pounds was committed at the 
Bank of England by a person whose description was 
fortunately secured. Here is this description ; it 
answers exactly to that of Mr. Phileas Fogg.” 

“ What nonsense ! ” cried Passepartout, striking the 
table with his fist. “ My master is the most honour- 
able of men ! ” 

“ How can you tell ? You know scarcely anything 
about him. You went into his service the day he 
came away; and he came away on a foolish pretext. 


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without trunks, and carrying a large amount in bank- 
notes. And yet you are bold enough to assert that he 
is an honest man ! ” 

Yes, yes,'’ repeated the poor fellow, mechanically. 

“ Would you like to be arrested as his accomplice ? ” 

Passepartout, overcome by what he had heard, held 
his head between his hands, and did not dare to look 
at the detective. Phileas Fogg, the saviour of Aouda, 
that brave and generous man, a robber ! And yet how 
many presumptions there were against him! Passe- 
partout essayed to reject the suspicions which forced 
themselves upon his mind; he did not wish to believe 
that his master was guilty. 

‘‘ Well, what do you want of me?” said he, at last, 
with an effort. 

See here,” replied Fix ; I have tracked Mr. Fogg 
to this place, but as yet I have failed to receive the 
warrant of arrest for which I sent to London. You 
must help me to keep him here in Hong Kong — ” 

‘‘I! But I—” 

“ I will share with you the two-thousand-pounds re- 
ward offered by the Bank of England.” 

“ Never ! ” replied Passepartout, who tried to rise, 
but fell back, exhausted in mind and body. 

‘‘ Mr. Fix,” he stammered, “ even should what you 
say be true — if my master is really the robber you are 
seeking for — which I deny — I have been, am, in his 
service ; I have seen his generosity and goodness ; and 


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I will never betray him — not for all the gold in the 
world. I come from a village where they don't eat 
that kind of bread ! " 

‘^You refuse?" 

‘‘ I refuse." 

“ Consider that I’ve said nothing," said Fix ; “ and 
let us drink." 

Passepartout felt himself yielding more and more 
to the effects of the liquor. Fix, seeing that he must, 
at all hazards, be separated from his master, wished to 
entirely overcome him. Some pipes full of opium lay 
upon the table. Fix slipped one into Passepartout’s 
hand. He took it, put it between his lips, lit it, drew 
several puffs, and his head, becoming heavy under the 
influence of the narcotic, fell upon the table. 

“ At last ! ’’ said Fix, seeing Passepartout uncon- 
scious. Mr. Fogg will not be informed of the time 
of the ‘ Carnatic’s ’ departure ; and, if he is, he will 
have to go without this cursed Frenchman ! " 

And, after paying his bill. Fix left the tavern. 


CHAPTER XX 


IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEA3 
FOGG 

While these events were passing at the opium-house 
Mr. Fogg, unconscious of the danger he was in of 
losing the steamer, was quietly escorting Aouda about 
the streets of the English quarter, making the neces- 
sary purchases for the long voyage before them. It 
was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to 
make the tour of the world with a carpet-bag; a lady 
could not be expected to travel comfortably under 
such conditions. He acquitted his task with charac- 
teristic serenity, and invariably replied to the remon- 
strances of his fair companion, who was confused by 
liis patience and generosity, — 

“ It is in the interest of my journey — a part of my 
programme.’’ 

The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, 
where they dined at a sumptuously served table-d'hdte; 
after which Aouda, shaking hands with her protector 
after the English fashion retired to her room for rest. 
Mr. Fogg absorbed himself throughout the evening 
in the perusal of the Times and Illustrated London 
News. 


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Had he been capable of being astonished at any- 
thing, it would have been not to see his servant return 
at bedtime. But, knowing that the steamer was not 
to leave for Yokohama until the next morning, he 
did not disturb himself about the matter. When Passe- 
partout did not appear the next morning to answer 
his master’s bell, Mr. Fogg, not betraying the least 
vexation, contented himself with taking his carpet- 
bag, calling Aouda, and sending for a palanquin. 

It was then eight o’clock ; at half-past nine, it being 
then high tide, the “ Carnatic ” would leave the har- 
bour. Mr. Fogg and Aouda got into the palanquin, 
their luggage being brought after on a wheelbarrow, 
and half an hour later stepped upon the quay whence 
they were to embark. Mr. Fogg then learned that 
the “ Carnatic ” had sailed the evening before. He 
had expected to find not only the steamer, but his 
domestic, and was forced to give up both ; but no sign 
of disappointment appeared on his face, and he 
merely remarked to Aouda, “ It is an accident, madam ; 
nothing more.” 

At this moment a man who had been observing him 
attentively approached. It was Fix, who, bowing, 
addressed Mr. Fogg : Were you not, like me, sir, a 
passenger by the ‘Rangoon,’ which arrived yes- 
terday ? ” 

“ I was, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg coldly. “ But I 
have not the honour — ” 


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“ Pardon me ; I thought I should find your servant 
here/’ 

‘‘Do you know where he is, sir?” asked Aouda 
anxiously. 

“What!” responded Fix, feigning surprise. “Is 
he not with you ? ” 

“ No,” said Aouda. “ He has not made his appear- 
ance since yesterday. Could he have gone on board 
the ‘ Carnatic ’ without us ? ” 

“ Without you, madam ? ” answered the detective. 
“ Excuse me, did you intend to sail in the ‘ Carnatic ’ ? ” 

“ Yes, sir.” 

“So did I, madam, and I am excessively disap- 
pointed. The ‘ Carnatic,’ its repairs being completed, 
left Hong Kong twelve hours before the stated time, 
without any notice being given; and we must now 
wait a week for another steamer.” 

As he said “ a week ” Fix felt his heart leap for joy. 
Fogg detained at Hong Kong a week! There would 
be time for the warrant to arrive, and fortune at last 
favoured the representative of the law. His horror 
may be imagined when he heard Mr. Fogg say, in his 
placid voice, “ But there are other vessels besides the 
‘ Carnatic,’ it seems to me, in the harbour of Hong 
Kong.” 

And, offering his arm to Aouda, he directed his 
steps toward the docks in search of some craft about 
to start. Fix, stupefied, followed; it seemed as if he 



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were attached to Mr. Fogg by an invisible thread. 
Chance, however, appeared really to have abandoned 
the man it had hitherto served so well. For three 
hours Phileas Fogg wandered about the docks, with 
the determination, if necessary, to charter a vessel to 
carry him to Yokohama; but he could only find ves- 
sels which were loading or unloading, and which 
could not therefore set sail. Fix began to hope 
again. 

But Mr. Fogg, far from being discouraged, was 
continuing his search, resolved not to stop if he had to 
resort to Macao, when he was accosted by a sailor on 
one of the wharves. 

“ Is your honour looking for a boat ? ** 

' “ Have you a boat ready for sail ? ” 

'' Yes, your honour ; a pilot-boat — No. 43 — the best 
in the harbour.” 

'‘Does she go fast?” 

“ Between eight and nine knots the hour. Will you 
look at her ? ” 

" Yes.” 

" Your honour will be satisfied with her. Is it for 
a sea excursion ? ” 

"No; for a voyage.” 

"A voyage?” 

" Yes; will you agree to take me to Yokohama? ” 

The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes 
wide, and said, " Is your honour joking? ” 


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''No. I have missed the ' Carnatic/ and I must get 
to Yokohama by the 14th at the latest, to take the boat 
for San Francisco.” 

" I am sorry,” said the sailor, " but it is impos- 
sible.” 

" I offer you a hundred pounds per day, and an 
additional reward of two hundred pounds if I reach 
Yokohama in time.” 

" Are you in earnest ? ” 

" Very much so.” 

The pilot walked away a little distance, and gazed 
out to sea, evidently struggling between the anxiety 
to gain a large sum and the fear of venturing so far. 
Fix was in mortal suspense. 

Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked her, "You 
would not be afraid, would you, madam ? ” 

" Not with you, Mr. Fogg,” was her answer. 

The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in his 
hands. 

"Well, pilot?” said Mr. Fogg. 

" Well, your honour,” replied he, " I could not 
risk myself, my men, or my little boat of scarcely 
twenty tons on so long a voyage at this time of year. 
Besides, we could not reach Yokohama in time, for it 
is sixteen hundred and sixty miles from Hong Kong.” 

" Only sixteen hundred,” said Mr. Fogg. 

"It’s the same thing.” 

Fix breathed more freely. 


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But/’ added the pilot, “ it might be arranged 
another way.” 

Fix ceased to breathe at all. 

''How?” asked Mr. Fogg. 

" By going to Nagasaki at the extreme south of 
Japan, or even to Shanghai, which is only eight 
hundred miles from here. In going to Shanghai we 
should not be forced to sail wide of the Chinese coast, 
which would be a great advantage, as the currents 
run northward, and would aid us.” 

"Pilot,” said Mr. Fogg, " I must take the American 
steamer at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or Naga- 
saki.” 

"Why not?” returned the pilot. "The San Fran- 
cisco steamer does not start from Yokohama. It puts 
in at Yokohama and Nagasaki, but it starts from 
Shanghai.” 

" You are sure of that ? ” 

" Perfectly.” 

" And when does the boat leave Shanghai ? ” 

"On the nth, at seven in the evening. We have, 
therefore, four days before us, that is ninety-six hours ; 
and in that time, if we had good luck and a south-west 
wind, and the sea was calm, we could make those 
eight hundred miles to Shanghai.” 

" And you could go — ” 

"In an hour; as soon as provisions could be got 
aboard and the sails put up.” 


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It is a bargain. Are you the master of the boat? ” 
Yes ; John Bunsby, master of the ‘ Tankadere.’ 

“ Would you like some earnest-money ? ” 

“ If it would not put your honour out — ” 

‘‘ Here are two hundred pounds on account. Sir,” 
added Phileas Fogg, turning to Fix, “ if you would 
like to take advantage — ” 

Thanks, sir ; I was about to ask the favour.” 

Very well. In half an hour we shall go on 
board.” 

'' But poor Passepartout ? ” urged Aouda, who was 
much disturbed by the servant’s disappearance. 

“ I shall do all I can to find him,” replied Phileas 
Fogg. 

While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to 
the pilot-boat, the others directed their course to the 
police-station at Hong Kong. Phileas Fogg there 
gave Passepartout’s description, and left a sum of 
money to be spent in the search for him. The same 
formalities having been gone through at the French 
consulate, and the palanquin having stopped at the 
hotel for the luggage, which had been sent back there, 
they returned to the wharf. 

It was now three o’clock ; and pilot-boat No. 43, with 
its crew on board, and its provisions stored away, was 
ready for departure. 

The “ Tankadere ” was a neat little craft of twenty 
tons, as gracefully built as if she were a racing yacht. 


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Her shining copper sheathing, her galvanized iron- 
work, her deck, white as ivory, betrayed the pride 
taken by John Bunsby in making her presentable. 
Her two masts leaned a trifle backward; she carried 
brigantine, foresail, storm- jib, and standing-] ib, and 
was well rigged for running before the wind ; and she 
seemed capable of brisk speed, which, indeed, she had 
already proved by gaining several prizes in pilot-boat 
races. The crew of the ‘‘ Tankadere ” was composed 
of John Bunsby, the master, and four hardy mariners, 
who were familiar with the Chinese seas. John 
Bunsby himself, a man of forty-five or thereabouts, 
vigorous, sunburnt, with a sprightly expression of 
the eye, and energetic and self-reliant countenance, 
would have inspired confidence in the most timid. 

Phileas Fogg and Aouda went on board, where they 
found Fix already installed. Below deck was a square 
cabin, of which the walls bulged out in the form of 
cots, above a circular divan ; in the centre was a table 
provided with a swinging lamp. The accommoda- 
tion was confined, but neat. 

I am sorry to have nothing better to offer you,’^ 
said Mr. Fogg to Fix, who bowed without responding. 

The detective had a feeling akin to humiliation in 
profiting by the kindness of Mr. Fogg. 

“ It’s certain,” thought he, though rascal as he is, 
he is a polite one ! ” 

The sails and the English flag were hoisted at ten 


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ninutes past three. Mr. Fogg and Aouda, who were 
seated on deck, cast a last glance at the quay, in the 
hope of espying Passepartout. Fix was not without 
his fears lest chance should direct the steps of the un- 
fortunate servant, whom he had so badly treated, in 
this direction ; in which case an explanation the reverse 
of satisfactory to the detective must have ensued. But 
the Frenchman did not appear, and, without doubt, was 
still lying under the stupefying influence of the opium. 

John Bunsby, master, at length gave the order to 
start, and the “ Tankadere,'^ taking the wind under her 
brigantine, foresail, and standing- jib, bounded briskly 
forward over the waves. 


CHAPTER XXI 


IN’ WHICH THE MASTER OF THE TANKADERE^' RUNS 
GREAT RISK OF LOSING A REWARD OF TWO HUN- 
DRED POUNDS 

This voyage of eight hundred miles was a perilous 
venture, on a craft of twenty tons, and at that season 
of the year. The Chinese seas are usually boisterous, 
subject to terrible gales of wind, and especially during 
the equinoxes ; and it was now early November. 

It would clearly have been to the master’s advantage 
to carry his passengers to Yokohama, since he was 
paid a certain sum per day; but he would have been 
rash to attempt such a voyage, and it was imprudent 
even to attempt to reach Shanghai. But John Bunsby 
believed in the “ Tankadere,” which rode on the waves 
like a seagull ; and perhaps he was not wrong. 

Late in the day they passed through the capricious 
channels of Hong Kong, and the ‘‘ Tankadere,” im- 
pelled by favourable winds, conducted herself ad- 
mirably. 

‘‘ I do not need, pilot,” said Phileas Fogg, when 
they got into the open sea, ‘‘ to advise you to use all 
possible speed.” 


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“ Trust me, your honour. We are carrying all the 
sail the wind will let us. The poles would add noth- 
ing, and are only used when we are going into 
port.’’ 

“ It’s your trade, not mine, pilot, and I confide in 
you.” 

Phileas Fogg, with body, erect and legs wide apart, 
standing like a sailor, gazed without staggering at the 
swelling waters. The young woman, who was seated 
aft, was profoundly affected as she looked out upon 
the ocean, darkening now with the twilight, on which 
she had ventured in so frail a vessel. Above her head 
rustled the white sails, which seemed like great white 
wings. The boat, carried forward by the wind, 
seemed to be flying in the air. 

Night came. The moon was entering her first 
quarter, and her insufficient light would soon die out 
in the mist on the horizon. Clouds were rising 
from the east, and already overcast a part of the 
heavens. 

The pilot had hung out his lights, which was very 
necessary in these seas crowded with vessels bound 
landward; for collisions are not uncommon occur- 
rences, and, at the speed she was going, the least shock 
would shatter the gallant little craft. 

Fix, seated in the bow, gave himself up to medi- 
tation. He kept apart from his fellow-travellers, 
knowing Mr. Fogg’s taciturn tastes; besides, he did 


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not quite like to talk to the man whose favours he had 
accepted. He was thinking, too, of the future. It 
seemed certain that Fogg would not stop at Yokohama, 
but would at once take the boat for San Francisco ; and 
the vast extent of America would insure him im- 
munity and safety. Fogg’s plan appeared to him the 
simplest in the world. Instead of sailing directly 
from England to the United States, like a common vil- 
lain, he had traversed three quarters of the globe, so 
as to gain the American continent more surely; and 
there, after throwing the police off his track, he would 
quietly enjoy himself with the fortune stolen from 
the bank. But, once in the United States, what 
should he. Fix, do? Should he abandon this man? 
No, a hundred times no! Until he had secured his 
extradition, he would not lose sight of him for an 
hour. It was his duty, and he would fulfil it to the 
end. At all events, there was one thing to be thank- 
ful for: Passepartout was not with his master; and it 
was above all important, after the confidences Fix had 
imparted to him, that the servant should never have 
speech with his master. 

Phileas Fogg was also thinking of Passepartout, who 
had so strangely disappeared. Looking at the matter 
from every point of view, it did not seem to him im- 
possible that, by some mistake, the man might have 
embarked on the “ Carnatic ” at the last moment ; 
and this was also Aouda’s opinion, who regretted very 


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much the loss of the worthy fellow to whom she owed 
so much. They might then find him at Yokohama; 
for if the Carnatic ” was carrying him thither, 
it would be easy to ascertain if he had been on 
board. 

A brisk breeze arose about ten o’clock ; but, though 
it might have been prudent to take in a reef, the pilot, 
after carefully examining the heavens, let the craft 
remain rigged as before. The “ Tankadere ” bore sail 
admirably, as she drew a great deal of water, and 
everything was prepared for high speed in case of a 
gale. 

Mr. Fogg and Aouda descended into the cabin at 
midnight, having been already preceded by Fix, who 
had lain down on one of the cots. The pilot and crew 
remained on deck all night. 

At sunrise the next day, which was November 8th, 
the boat had made more than one hundred miles. The 
log Indicated a mean speed of between eight and nine 
miles. The “ Tankadere ” still carried all sail, and 
was accomplishing her greatest capacity for speed. 
If the wind held as it was, the chances would be in 
her favour. During the day she kept along the coast, 
where the currents were favourable; the coast, irreg- 
ular in profile, and visible sometimes across the 
clearings, was at most five miles distant. The s-ea 
was less boisterous, since the wind came off land — a 
fortunate circumstance for the boat, which would suf- 


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fer, owing" to its small tonnage, by a heavy surge on 
the sea. 

The breeze subsided a little towards noon, and set 
in from the south-west. The pilot put up his poles, 
but took them down again within two hours, as the 
wind freshened up anew. 

Mr. Fogg and Aouda, happily unaffected by the 
roughness of the sea, ate with a good appetite. Fix 
being invited to share their repast, which he accepted 
with secret chagrin. To travel at this man's expense 
and live upon his provisions was not palatable to him. 
Still, he was obliged to eat, and so he ate. 

When the meal was over, he took Mr. Fogg apart, 
and said, “ Sir," — this sir " scorched his lips, and he 
had to control himself to avoid collaring this “ gen- 
tleman," — sir, you have been very kind to give me 
a passage on this boat. But, though my means will 
not admit of my expending them as freely as you, I 
must ask to pay my share — " 

“ Let us not speak of that, sir," replied Mr. Fogg. 

But, if I insist — " 

“ No, sir," repeated Mr. Fogg, in a tone which did 
not admit of a reply. ‘‘This enters into my general 
expenses." 

Fix, as he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and going 
forward, where he ensconced himself, did not open 
his mouth for the rest of the day. 

Meanwhile they were progressing famously, and 


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John Bunsby was in high hope. He several times 
assured Mr. Fogg that they would reach Shanghai in 
time; to which that gentleman responded that he 
counted upon it. The crew set to work in good 
earnest, inspired by the reward to be gained. There 
was not a sheet which was not tightened, not a sail 
which was not vigorously hoisted; not a lurch could 
be charged to the man at the helm. They worked as 
desperately as if they were contesting in a Royal Yacht 
regatta. 

By evening, the log showed that two hundred and 
twenty miles had been accomplished from Hong Kong, 
and Mr. Fogg might hope that he would be able to 
reach Yokohama without recording any delay in his 
journal; in which case, the only misadventure which 
had overtaken him since he left London would not 
seriously affect his journey. 

The Tankadere entered the Straits of Fo-Kien, 
which separate the island of Formosa from the Chinese 
coast, in the small hours of the night, and crossed the 
Tropic of Cancer. The sea was very rough in the 
straits, full of eddies formed by the counter currents, 
and the chopping waves broke her course, whilst it 
became very difficult to stand on deck. 

At daybreak the wind began to blow hard again, 
and the heavens seemed to predict a gale. The 
barometer announced a speedy change, the mercury 
rising and falling capriciously; the sea also, in the 


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south-east, raised long surges which indicated a 
tempest. The sun had set the evening before in a red 
mist, in the midst of the phosphorescent scintillations 
of the ocean. 

John Bunsby long examined the threatening aspect 
of the heavens, muttering indistinctly between his 
teeth. At last he said in a low voice to Mr. Fogg, 

Shall I speak out to your honour ? ” 

Of course.’^ 

^‘Well, we are going to have a squall.” 

“ Is the wind north or south ? ” asked Mr. Fogg 
quietly. 

'' South. Look ! a typhoon is coming up.” 

Glad it’s a typhoon from the south, for it will carry 
us forward.” 

“ Oh, if you take it that way,” said John Bunsby, 
''I’ve nothing more to say.” John Bunsby ’s suspi- 
cions were confirmed. At a less advanced season of 
the year the typhoon, according to a famous meteorol- 
ogist, would have passed away like a luminous cascade 
of electric flame; but in the winter equinox, it was 
to be feared that it would burst upon them with great 
violence. 

The pilot took his precautions in advance. He 
reefed all sail, the pole-masts were dispensed with; all 
hands went forward to the bows. A single triangular 
sail, of strong canvas, was hoisted as a storm-jib, so 
as to hold the wind from behind. Then they waited. 


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John Bunsby l\ad requested his passengers to go 
below; but this imprisonment in so narrow a space, 
with little air, and the boat bouncing in the gale, was 
far from pleasant. Neither Mr. Fogg, Fix, not 
Aouda consented to leave the deck. 

The storm of rain and wind descended upon them 
towards eight o’clock. With but its bit of sail, the 
‘‘ Tankadere ” was lifted like a feather by a wind an 
idea of whose violence can scarcely be given. To 
compare her speed to four times that of a locomotive 
going on full steam would be below the truth. 

The boat scudded thus northward during the whole 
day, borne on by monstrous waves, preserving always, 
fortunately, a speed equal to theirs. Twenty times 
she seemed almost to be submerged by these moun- 
tains of water which rose behind her; but the adroit 
management of the pilot saved her. The passengers 
were often bathed in spray, but they submitted to it 
philosophically. Fix cursed it, no doubt; but Aouda, 
with her eyes fastened upon her protector, whose cool- 
ness amazed her, showed herself worthy of him, and 
bravely weathered the storm. As for Phileas Fogg, 
it seemed just as if the typhoon were a part of his 
programme. 

Up to this time the ‘‘ Tankadere ” had always held 
her course to the north ; but towards evening the wind, 
veering three quarters, bore down from the north- 
west. The boat, now lying in the trough of the waves, 


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shook and rolled terribly ; the sea struck her with fear- 
ful violence. At night the tempest increased in vio- 
lence. John Bunsby saw the approach of darkness 
and the rising of the storm with dark misgivings. 
He thought awhile, and then asked his crew if it was 
not time to slacken speed. After a consultation he 
approached Mr. Fogg, and said, I think, your hon- 
our, that we should do well to make for one of the 
ports on the coast.’’ 

“ I think so too.” 

“ Ah ! ” said the pilot. “ But which one ? ” 

I know of but one,” returned Mr. Fogg, tran- 
quilly. 

And that is—” 

‘‘ Shanghai.” 

The pilot, at first, did not seem to comprehend; he 
could scarcely realize so much determination and 
tenacity. Then he cried, Well — ^yes ! Your honour 
is right. To Shanghai ! ” 

So the ‘‘Tankadere” kept steadily on her north- 
ward track. 

The night was really terrible ; it would be a miracle 
if the craft did not founder. Twice it would have 
been all over with her, if the crew had not been con- 
stantly on the watch. Aouda was exhausted, but did 
not utter a complaint. More than once Mr. Fogg 
rushed to protect her from the violence of the waves. 

Day reappeared. The tempest still raged with 


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undiminished fury ; but the wind now returned to the 
south-east. It was a favourable change, and the 
“ Tankadere ’’ again bounded forward on this moun- 
tainous sea, though the waves crossed each other, 
and imparted shocks and counter-shocks which would 
have crushed a craft less solidly built. From time to 
time the coast was visible through the broken mist, 
but no vessel was in sight. The ‘‘ Tankadere ’’ was 
alone upon the sea. 

There were some signs of a calm at noon, and these 
became more distinct as the sun descended toward 
the horizon. The tempest had been as brief as ter- 
rific. The passengers, thoroughly exhausted, could 
now eat a little and take some repose. 

The night was comparatively quiet. Some of the 
sails were again hoisted, and the speed of the boat was 
very good. The next morning at dawn they espied 
the coast, and John Bunsby was able to assert that 
they were not one hundred miles from Shanghai! A 
hundred miles, and only one day to traverse them! 
That very evening Mr. Fogg was due at Shanghai, if 
he did not wish to miss the steamer to Yokohama. 
Had there been no storm, during which several hours 
were lost, they would be at this moment within thirty 
miles of their destination. 

The wind grew decidedly calmer, and happily the 
sea fell with it. All sails were now hoisted, and at 
noon the ‘‘Tankadere’’ was within forty-five miles of 


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Shanghai. There remained yet six hours in which to 
accomplish that distance. All on board feared that it 
could not be done and every one — Phileas Fogg, no 
doubt, excepted — felt his heart beat with impatience. 
The boat must keep up an average of nine miles an 
hour, and the wind was becoming calmer every 
moment! It was a capricious breeze, coming from 
the coast, and after it passed the sea became smooth. 
Still, the “Tankadere ” was so light, and her fine sails 
caught the fickle zephyrs so well, that, with the aid of 
the current, John Bunsby found himself at six o'clock 
not more than ten miles from the mouth of Shanghai 
River. Shanghai itself is situated at least twelve miles 
up the stream. At seven they were still three miles 
from Shanghai. The pilot swore an angry oath; the 
reward of two hundred pounds was evidently on the 
point of escaping him. He looked at Mr. Fogg. Mr. 
Fogg was perfectly tranquil ; and yet his whole fortune 
was at this moment at stake. 

At this moment, also, a long black funnel, crowned 
with wreaths of smoke, appeared on the edge of the 
waters. It was the American steamer, leaving for 
Yokohama at the appointed time. 

Confound her I ” cried John Bunsby, pushing back 
the rudder with a desperate jerk. 

Signal her ! ” said Phileas Fogg quietly. 

A small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of 
the Tankadere,” for making signals in the fogs. It 


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was loaded to the muzzle; but just as the pilot was 
about to apply a red-hot coal to the touchhole, Mr. 
Fogg said, “ Hoist your flag ! ” 

The flag was run up at half mast, and, this being the 
signal of distress, it was hoped that the American 
steamer, perceiving it, would change her course a 
little, so as to succour the pilot-boat. 

“ Fire ! said Mr. Fogg. And the booming of the 
little cannon resounded in the air. 


CHAPTER XXII 


IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT FINDS OUT THAT^ EVEN AT 
THE ANTIPODES, IT IS CONVENIENT TO HAVE SOME 
MONEY IN ONE^S POCKET 

The Carnatic/’ setting sail from Hong Kong at half- 
past six on the 7th of November, directed her course 
at full steam towards Japan. She carried a large 
cargo and a well-filled cabin of passengers. Two 
state-rooms in the rear were, however, unoccu- 
pied, — those which had been engaged by Phileas* 
Fogg. 

The next day a passenger, with a half-stupefied eye, 
staggering gait, and disordered hair, was seen to 
emerge from the second cabin, and to totter to a seat 
on deck. 

It was Passepartout; and what had happened to 
him was as follows : — Shortly after Fix left the opium 
den, two waiters had lifted the unconscious Passepar- 
tout, and had carried him to the bed reserved for 
the smokers. Three hours later, pursued even in his 
dreams by a fixed idea, the poor fellow awoke, and 
struggled against the stupefying influence of the nar- 
cotic. The thought of a duty unfulfilled shook off 


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his torpor, and he hurried from the abode of drunk- 
enness. Staggering and holding himself up by keep- 
ing against the walls, falling down and creeping up 
again, and irresistibly impelled by a kind of instinct, 
he kept icrying out, ‘‘ The ‘ Carnatic ! ' the ‘ Car- 
natic!’’^ 

The steamer lay puffing alongside the quay, on the 
point of starting. Passepartout had but few steps to 
go ; and, rushing upon the plank, he crossed it, and fell 
unconscious on the deck, just as the ‘‘ Carnatic ” was 
moving off. Several sailors, who were evidently 
accustomed to this sort of scene, carried the poor 
Frenchman down into the second cabin, and Passepar- 
tout did not awake until they were one hundred and 
fifty miles away from China. Thus he found himself 
the next morning on the deck of the “ Carnatic,” and 
eagerly inhaling the exhilarating sea-breeze. The pure 
air sobered him. He began to collect his senses, which 
he found a difficult task; but at last he recalled the 
events of the evening before. Fix’s- revelation, and the 
opium-house. 

‘‘ It is evident,” said he to himself, ‘‘ that I have been 
abominably drunk! What will Mr. Fogg say? At 
least I have not missed the steamer, which is the most 
important thing.” 

Then, as Fix occurred to him: — “As for that 
rascal, I hope we are well rid of him, and that he has 
not dared, as he proposed, to follow us on board the 


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* Carnatic/ A detective on the track of Mr. Fogg, 
accused of robbing the Bank of England! Pshaw! 
Mr. Fogg is no more a robber than I am a mur- 
derer.” 

Should he divulge Fix's real errand to his master? 
Would it do to tell the part the detective was playing? 
Would it not be better to wait until Mr. Fogg reached 
London again, and then impart to him that an agent 
of the metropolitan police had been following him 
round the world, and have a good laugh over it? No 
doubt; at least, it was worth considering. The first 
thing to do was to find Mr. Fogg, and apologize for his 
singular behaviour. 

Passepartout got up and proceeded, as well as he 
could with the rolling of the steamer, to the after-deck. 
He saw no one who resembled either his master or 
Aouda. Good ! ” muttered he ; “ Aouda has not got 
up yet, and Mr. Fogg has probably found some part- 
ners at whist.” 

He descended to the saloon. Mr. Fogg was not 
there. Passepartout had only, however, to ask the 
purser the number of his master’s state-room. The 
purser replied that he did not know any passenger by 
the name of Fogg. 

‘‘ I beg your pardon,” said Passepartout persistently. 

He is a tall gentleman, quiet, and not very talkative, 
and has with him a young lady — ’’ 

“There is no young lady on board,” interrupted 


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the purser. Here is a list of the passengers ; you 
may see for yourself.” 

Passepartout scanned the list, but his master’s name 
was not upon it. All at once an idea struck him. 

“ Ah ! am I on the ‘ Carnatic ? ’ ” 

“Yes.” 

“ On the way to Yokohama? ” 

“ Certainly.” 

Passepartout had for an instant feared that he was 
on the wrong boat; but, though he was really on the 
“ Carnatic,” his master was not there. 

He fell thunderstruck on a seat. He saw it all now. 
He remembered that the time of sailing had been 
changed, that he should have informed his master of 
that fact, and that he had not done so. It was his 
fault, then, that Mr. Fogg and Aouda had missed the 
steamer. Yes, but it was still more the fault of the 
traitor who, in order to separate him from his master, 
and detain the latter at Hong Kong, had inveigled him 
into getting drunk ! He now saw the detective’s trick ; 
and at this moment Mr. Fogg was certainly ruined, 
his bet was lost, and he himself perhaps arrested and 
imprisoned! At this thought Passepartout tore his 
hair. Ah, if Fix ever came within his reach, what a 
settling of accounts there would be! 

After his first depression. Passepartout became 
calmer, and began to study his situation. It was 
certainly not an enviable one. He found himself on 


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the way to Japan, and what should he do when he got 
there? His pocket was empty; he had not a solitary 
shilling — not so much as a penny. His passage had 
fortunately been paid for in advance; and he had five 
or six days in which to decide upon his future course. 
He fell to at meals with an appetite, and ate for Mr. 
Fogg, Aouda, and himself. He helped himself as 
generously as if Japan were a desert, where nothing 
to eat was to be looked for. 

At dawn on the 13th the “Carnatic” entered the 
port of Yokohama. This is an important way-station 
in the Pacific, where all the mail-steamers, and those 
carrying travellers between North America, China, 
Japan, and the Oriental islands, put in. It is situated 
in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from 
that, second capital of the Japanese Empire, and the 
residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor, before the 
Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in 
his own. The “ Carnatic ” anchored at the quay near 
the custom-house, in the midst of a crowd of ships 
bearing the flags of all nations. 

Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious 
territory of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing bet- 
ter to do than, taking chance for his guide, to wander 
aimlessly through the streets.of Yokohama. He found 
himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the 
houses having low fronts, and being adorned with 
verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of neat 


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peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its streets, 
squares, docks and warehouses, all the space between 
the “ promontory of the Treaty and the river. Here, 
as at Hong Kong and Calcutta, were mixed crowds of 
all races, — Americans and English, Chinamen and 
Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell 
anything. The Frenchman felt himself as much alone 
among them as if he had dropped down in the midst 
of Hottentots. 

He had, at least, one resource, — to call on the French 
and English consuls at Yokohama for assistance. But 
he shrank from telling the story of his adventures, 
intimately connected as it was with that of his master : 
and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all 
other means of aid. As chance did not favour him 
in the European quarter, he penetrated that inhabited 
by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to 
push on to Yeddo. 

The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, 
after the goddess of the sea, who is worshipped on the 
islands round about. There Passepartout beheld beauti- 
ful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a singular 
architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos 
and reeds, temples shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy 
retreats where were sheltered Buddhist priests and 
sectaries of Confucius, and interminable streets, where 
a perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked chil- 
dren, who looked as if they had been cut out of Japa- 


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nese screens, and who were playing in the midst of 
short-legged poodles and yellowish cats, might have 
been gathered. 

The streets were crowded with people. Priests were 
passing in processions, beating their dreary tambou- 
rines ; police and custom-house officers with pointed 
hats encrusted with lac, and carrying two sabres hung 
to their waists ; soldiers, clad in blue cotton with white 
stripes, and bearing guns ; the Mikado’s guards, 
enveloped in silken doublets, hauberks, and coats of 
mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks — for 
the military profession is as much respected in Japan 
as it is despised in China — went hither and thither in 
groups and pairs. Passepartout saw, too, begging 
friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians, with 
their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, 
slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying 
from copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, 
like the Chinese, from whom the Japanese widely dif- 
fer. He did not fail to observe the curious equipages, 
— carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with 
sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women — 
whom he thought not especially handsome, — who took 
little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore 
canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked 
wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, 
teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with 
silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind, — an 


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ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to 
have borrowed from the dames of Japan. 

Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst 
of this motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the 
rich and curious shops, the jewellery establishments 
glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments, the restau- 
rants decked with streamers and banners, the tea- 
houses, where the odorous beverage was being drunk 
with “ saki,” a liquor concocted from the fermentation 
of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses, where 
they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown 
in Japan, but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on 
till he found himself in the fields, in the midst of vast 
rice plantations. There he saw dazzling cameliors ex- 
panding themselves, with flowers which were giving 
forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, 
but on trees; and within bamboo enclosures, cherry, 
plum, and apple trees, which the Japanese cultivate 
rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and which 
queerly-fashioned grinning scarecrows protected from 
the sparrows, pigeons, ravens, and other voracious 
birds. On the branches of the cedars were perched 
large eagles; amid the foliage of the weeping willows 
were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on 
every hand wbre crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and 
a multitude of cranes, which the Japanese consider 
sacred, and which to their minds symbolize long life 
and prosperity. 


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As he was strolling along, Passepartout espied some 
violets among the shrubs. 

“ Good ! ” said he ; “ I’ll have some supper.” 

But, on smelling them, he found that they were 
odourless. 

‘'No chance there,” thought he. 

The worthy fellow had certainly taken good care 
to eat as hearty a breakfast as possible before leaving 
the “ Carnatic ; ” but as he had been walking about all 
day, the demands of hunger were becoming importu- 
nate. 

He observed that the butchers’ stalls contained 
neither mutton, goat, nor pork ; and knowing also that 
it is a sacrilege to kill cattle, which are preserved solely 
for farming, he made up his mind that meat was far 
from plentiful in Yokohama, — nor was he mistaken; 
and in default of butcher’s meat, he could have wished 
for a quarter of wild boar or deer, a partridge, or some 
quails, some game or fish, which, with rice, the 
Japanese eat almost exclusively. But he found it 
necessary to keep up a stout heart, and to postpone the 
rr^eal he craved till the following morning. Night came, 
and Passepartout re-entered the native quarter, where 
he wandered through the streets, lit by vari-coloured 
lanterns, looking on at the dancers who were executing 
skilful steps and boundings, and the astrologers who 
stood in the open air with their telescopes. Then he 
came to the harbour, which was lit up by the rosin 


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torches of the fishermen, who were fishing from their 
boats. 

The streets at last became quiet, and the patrol, 
the officers of which, in their splendid costumes, 
and surrbunded by their suites. Passepartout thought 
seemed like embassadors, succeeded the bustling 
crowd. Each time a company passed. Passepartout 
chuckled, and said to himself, Good ! another Japa- 
nese embassy departing for Europe ! ” 


CHAPTER XXIII 


IN WHICH passepartout's NOSE BECOMES OUT- 
RAGEOUSLY LONG 

The next morning poor, jaded, famished Passepartout 
said to himself that he must get something to eat at all 
hazards, and the sooner he did so the better. He might, 
indeed, sell his watch; but he would have starved 
first. 

Now or never he must use the strong, if not melodi- 
ous voice which nature had bestowed upon him. He 
knew several French and English songs, and resolved 
to try them upon the Japanese, who must be lovers of 
music, since they were for ever pounding on their 
cymbals, tam-tams, and tambourines, and could not 
but appreciate European talent. 

It was, perhaps, rather early in the morning to get 
up a concert, and the audience, prematurely aroused 
from their slumbers, might not, possibly, pay their 
entertainer with coin bearing the Mikado’s features. 
Passepartout therefore decided to wait several hours; 
and, as he was sauntering along, it occurred to him 
that he would seem rather too well dressed for a wan- 
dering artist. The idea struck him to change his 


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garments for clothes more in harmony with his project ; 
by which he might also get a little money to satisfy the 
immediate cravings of hunger. The resolution taken, 
it remained to carry it out. 

It was only after a long search that Passepartout 
discovered a native dealer in old clothes, to whom he 
applied for an exchange. The man liked the European 
costume, and ere long Passepartout issued from his 
shop accoutred in an old Japanese coat, and a sort of 
one-sided turban, faded with long use. A few small 
pieces of silver, moreover, jingled in his pocket. 

“ Good ! thought he. I will imagine I am at the 
Carnival ! ” 

His first care, after being thus “ Japanesed,” was to 
enter a tea-house of modest appearance, and, upon half 
a bird and a little rice, to breakfast like a man for 
whom dinner was as yet a problem to be solved. 

“ Now,” thought he, when he had eaten heartily, I 
mustn’t lose my head. I can’t sell this costume again 
for one still more Japanese. I must consider how to 
leave this country of the Sun, of which I shall not 
retain the most delightful of memories, as quickly as 
possible.” 

It occurred to him to visit the steamers which were 
about to leave for America. He would offer himself 
as a cook or servant, in payment of his passage and 
meals. Once at San Francisco, he would find some 
means of going on. The difficulty was, how to traverse 



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the four thousand seven hundred miles of the Pacific 
which lay between Japan and the New World. 

Passepartout was not the man to let an idea go beg- 
ging, and directed his steps towards the docks. But, 
as he approached them, his project, which at first had 
seemed so simple, began to grow more and more 
formidable to his mind. What need would they have 
of a cook or servant on an American steamer, and what 
confidence would they put in him, dressed as he was? 
What references could he give? 

As Jhe was reflecting in this wise, his eyes fell upon 
an immense* placard which a sort of clown was carry- 
ing through the streets. This placard, which was in 
English, read as follows: — 

^‘ACROBATIC JAPANESE TROUPE, 
HONOURABLE WILLIAM BATULCAR, 
PROPRIETOR, 

LAST REPRESENTATIONS, 

PRIOR TO THEIR DEPARTURE FOR 
THE UNITED STATES 
OF THE 

LONG NOSES! LONG NOSES! 
UNDER THE DIRECT PATRONAGE OF THE 
GOD TINGOU! 

GREAT ATTRACTION !’^ 


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** The United States!’’ said Passepartout ; that’s 
just what I want I ” 

He followed the clown, and soon found himself once 
more in the Japanese quarter. A quarter of an hour 
later he stopped before a large cabin, adorned with 
several clusters of streamers, the exterior walls of 
which were designed to represent, in violent colours 
and without perspective, a company of jugglers. 

This was the Honourable William Batulcar’s estab- 
lishment. That gentleman was a sort of Barnum, the 
director of a troupe of mountebanks, jugglers, clowns, 
acrobats, equilibrists, and gymnasts, who, according 
to the placard, was giving his last performances before 
leaving the Empire of the Sun for the States of the 
Union. 

Passepartout entered and asked for Mr. Batulcar, 
who straightway appeared in person. 

“ What do you want ? ” said he to Passepartout, 
whom he at first took for a native. 

“Would you like a servant, sir?” asked Passe- 
partout. 

“ A servant ! ” cried Mr. Batulcar, caressing the 
thick gray beard which hung from his chin. “ I 
already have two who are obedient and faithful, have 
never left me, and serve me for their nourishment, — 
and here they are,” added he, holding out his two 
robust arms, furrowed with veins as large as the 
strings of a bass-viol. 


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“ So I can be of no use to you ? ” 

‘‘ None.’^ 

“ The devil ! I should so like to cross the Pacific 
with you ! ” 

‘"Ah!” said the Honourable Mr. Batulcar. “You 
are no more a Japanese than I am a monkey ! Why 
are you dressed up in that way ? ” 

“ A man dresses as he can.” 

“ That’s true. You are a Frenchman, aren’t you? ” 

“ Yes ; a Parisian of Paris.” 

“ Then you ought to know how to make grimaces ? ” 

“ Why,’’ replied Passepartout, a Iktle vexed that his 
nationality should cause this question, “ we Frenchmen 
know how to make grimaces, it is true, — ^but not any 
better than the Americans do.” 

“ True. Well, if I can’t take you as a servant, I can 
as a clown. You see, my friend, in France they 
exhibit foreign clowns, and in foreign parts French 
clowns.” 

“ Ah ! ” 

“You are pretty strong, eh?” 

“ Especially after a good meal.” 

“And you can sing?” 

“Yes,” returned Passepartout, who had formerly 
been wont to sing in the streets. 

“ But can you sing standing on your head, with a 
top spinning on your left foot, and a sabre balanced 
on your right ? ” 


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'' Humph ! I think so,” replied Passepartout, recall- 
ing the exercises of his younger days. 

‘VWell, that’s enough,” said the Honourable William 
Batulcar. 

The engagement was concluded there and then. 

Passepartout had at last found something to do. He 
was engaged to act in the celebrated Japanese troupe. 
It was not a very dignified position, but within a week 
he would be on his way to San Francisco. 

The performance, so noisily announced by the 
Honourable Mr. Batulcar, was to commence at three 
o’clock, and soon the deafening instruments of a Jap- 
anese orchestra resounded at the door. Passepar- 
tout, though he had not been able to study or rehearse 
a part, was designated to lend the aid of his sturdy 
shoulders in the great exhibition of the human 
pyramid,” executed by the Long Noses of the god 
Tingou. This “great attraction” was to close the 
performance. 

Before three o’clock the large shed was invaded by 
the spectators, comprising Europeans and natives, 
Chinese and Japanese, men, women, and children, who 
precipitated themselves upon the narrow benches and 
into the boxes opposite the stage. The musicians took 
up a position inside, and were vigorously performing 
on their gongs, tam-tams, flutes, bones, tambourines, 
and immense drums. 

The performance was much like all acrobatic dis- 


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plays; but it must be confessed that the Japanese are 
the first equilibrists in the world. 

One, with a fan and some bits of paper, performed 
the graceful trick of the butterflies and the flowers; 
another traced in the air, with the odorous smoke of 
his pipe, a series of blue words, which composed a 
compliment to the audience; while a third juggled with 
some lighted candles, which he extinguished succes- 
sively as they passed his lips, and relit again without 
interrupting for an instant his juggling. Another 
reproduced the most singular combinations with a 
spinning-top; in his hands the revolving tops seemed 
to be animated with a life of their own in their inter- 
minable whirling; they ran over pipe-stems, the edges 
of sabres, wires, and even hairs stretched across the 
stage ; they turned around on the edges of large glasses, 
crossed bamboo ladders, dispersed into all the corners 
and produced strange musical effects by the combi- 
nation of their various pitches of tone. The jugglers 
tossed them in the air, threw them like shuttlecocks 
with wooden battledores, and yet they kept on spin- 
ning; they put them into their pockets, and took them 
out still whirling as before. 

It is useless to describe the astonishing performances 
of the acrobats and gymnasts. The turning on ladders, 
poles, balls, barrels, &c., was executed with wonder- 
ful precision. 

But the principal attraction was the exhibition of the 


i88 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


Long Noses, a show to which Europe is as yet a 
stranger. 

The Long Noses form a peculiar company, under 
the direct patronage of the god Tingou. Attired after 
the fashion of the Middle Ages, they bore upon their 
shoulders a splendid pair of wings ; but what especially 
distinguished them was the long noses which were 
fastened to their faces, and the uses which they made 
of them. These noses were made of bamboo, and were 
five, six, and even ten feet long, some straight, others 
curved, some ribboned, and some having imitation 
warts upon them. It was upon these appendages, fixed 
tightly on their real noses, that they performed their 
gymnastic exercises. A dozen of these sectaries of 
Tingou lay flat upon their backs, while others, dressed 
to represent lightning-rods, came and frolicked on 
their noses, jumping from one to another, and per- 
forming the most skilful leapings and somersaults. 

As a last scene, a human pyramid ’’ had been an- 
nounced, in which fifty Long Noses were to represent 
the Car of Juggernaut. But, instead of forming a 
pyramid by mounting each other’s shoulders, the artists 
were to group themselves on top of the noses. It 
happened that the performer who had hitherto formed 
the base of the Car had quitted the troupe, and as, to 
fill this part, only strength and adroitness were neces- 
sary. Passepartout had been chosen to take his place. 

The poor fellow really felt sad when— melancholy 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 189 


reminiscence of his youth! — he donned his costume, 
adorned with vari-coloured wings, and fastened to his 
natural feature a false nose six feet long. But he 
cheered up when he thought that this nose was win- 
ning him something to eat. 

He went upon the stage, and took his place beside 
the rest who were to compose the base of the Car of 
Juggernaut. They all stretched themselves on the 
floor, their noses pointing to the ceiling. A second 
group of artists disposed themselves on these long 
appendages, then a third above these, then a fourth, 
until a human monument reaching to the very cornices 
of the theatre soon arose on top of the noses. This 
elicited loud applause, in the midst of which the 
orchestra was just striking up a deafening air, when 
the pyramid tottered, the balance was lost, one of the 
lower noses vanished from the pyramid, and the hu- 
man monument was shattered like a castle built of 
cards ! 

It was Passepartout’s fault. Abandoning his posi- 
tion, clearing the footlights without the aid of his 
wings, and clambering up to the right-hand gallery, 
he fell at the feet of one of the spectators, crying, 
Ah, my master 1 my master ! ” 

You here?” 

“ Myself.” 

“ Very well ; then let us go to the steamer, young 
man!” 


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Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout passed through 
the lobby of the theatre to the outside, where they 
encountered the Honourable Mr. Batulcar, furious 
with rage. He demanded damages for the “break- 
age ” of the pyramid; and Phileas Fogg appeased him 
by giving him a handful of bank-notes. 

At half-past six, the very hour of departure, Mr. 
Fogg and Aouda, followed by Passepartout, who in 
his hurry had retained his wings, and nose six feet 
long, stepped upon the American steamer. 


CHAPTER XXIV 


DURING WHICH MR. FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE 
PACIFIC OCEAN 

What happened when the pilot-boat came in sight 
of Shanghai will be easily guessed. The signals made 
by the Tankadere ” had been seen by the captain of 
the Yokohama steamer, who, espying the flag at half- 
mast, had directed his course towards the little craft. 
Phileas Fogg, after paying the stipulated price of his 
passage to John Bunsby, and rewarding that worthy 
with the additional sum of five hundred and fifty 
pounds, ascended the steamer with Aouda and Fix; 
and they started at once for Nagasaki and Yokohama. 

They reached their destination on the morning of 
the 14th of November. Phileas Fogg lost no time in 
going on board the “ Carnatic,” where he learned, to 
Aouda's great delight — ^and perhaps to his own, though 
he betrayed no emotion — that Passepartout, a French- 
man, had really arrived on her the day before. 

The San Francisco steamer was announced to leave 
that very evening, and it became necessary to find 
Passepartout, if possible, without delay. Mr. Fogg 
applied in vain to the French and English consuls, 


192 AROUND IHE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


and, after wandering through the streets a long time, 
began to despair of finding his missing servant. 
Chance, or perhaps a kind of presentiment, at last led 
him into the Honourable Mr, Batulcar’s theatre. He 
certainly would not have recognized Passepartout in 
the eccentric mountebank's costume; but the latter, 
lying on his back, perceived his master in the gallery. 
He could not help starting, which so changed the posi- 
tion of his nose as to bring the “ pyramid " pell-mell 
upon the stage. 

All this Passepartout learned from Aouda, who re- 
counted to him what had taken place on the voyage 
from Hong Kong to Shanghai on the “Tankadere," 
in company with one Mr. Fix. 

Passepartout did not change countenance on hearing 
this name. He thought that the time had not yet 
arrived to divulge to his master what had taken place 
between the detective and himself ; and in the account 
he gave of his absence, he simply excused himself for 
having been overtaken by drunkenness, in smoking 
opium at a tavern in Hong Kong. 

. Mr. Fogg heard this narrative coldly, without a 
word; and then furnished his man with funds neces- 
sary to obtain clothing more in harmony with his posi- 
tion. Within an hour the Frenchman had cut off his 
nose and parted with his wings, and retained nothing 
about him which recalled the sectary of the god 
Tingou. 


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The steamer which was about to depart from Yoko- 
hama to San Francisco belonged to the Pacific Mail 
Steamship Company, and was named the General 
Grant/’ She was a large paddle-wheel steamer of 
two thousand five hundred tons, well equipped and 
very fast. The massive walking-beam rose and fell 
above the deck ; at one end a piston-rod worked up and 
down ; and at the other was a connecting-rod which, 
in changing the rectilinear motion to a circular one, 
was directly connected with the shaft of the paddles. 
The General Grant ” was rigged with three masts, 
giving a large capacity for sails, and thus materially 
aiding the steam power. By making twelve miles an 
hour, she would cross the ocean in twenty-one days. 
Phileas Fogg was therefore justified in hoping that he 
would reach San Francisco by the 2nd of December, 
New York by the nth, and London on the 20th, — thus 
gaining several hours 6 n the fatal date of the 21st of 
December. 

There was a full complement of passengers on board, 
among them English, many Americans, a large num- 
ber of Coolies on their way to California, and several 
East Indian officers, who were spending their vaca- 
tion in making the tour of the world. Nothing of 
moment happened on the voyage; the steamer, sus- 
tained on its large paddles, rolled but little, and the 
“ Pacific ” almost justified its name. Mr. Fogg was 
as calm and taciturn as ever. His young companion 


194 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 

felt herself more and more attached to him by other 
ties than gratitude ; his silent but generous nature im- 
pressed her more than she thought ; and it was almost 
unconsciously that she yielded to emotions which did 
not seem to have the least effect upon her protector. 
Aouda took the keenest interest in his plans, and be- 
came impatient at any incident which seemed likely to 
retard his journey. 

She often chatted with Passepartout, who did not 
fail to perceive the state of the lady’s heart ; and, being 
the most faithful of domestics, he never exhausted his 
eulogies of Phileas Fogg’s honesty, generosity and 
devotion. He took pains to calm Aouda’s doubts of a 
successful termination of the journey, telling her that 
the most difficult part of it had passed, that now they 
were t^ond the fantastic countries of Japan and 
China, and were fairly on their way to civilized places 
again. A railway train from San Francisco to New 
York, and a transatlantic steamer from New York to 
Liverpool, would doubtless bring them to the end of 
this impossible journey round the world within the 
period agreed upon. 

On the ninth day after leaving Yokohama, Phileas 
Fogg had traversed exactly one-half of the terrestrial 
globe. The “ General Grant ” passed, on the 23rd of 
November, the one hundred and eightieth meridian, 
and was at the very antipodes of London. Mr. Fogg 
had, it is true, exhausted fifty-two of the eighty days 


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in which he was to complete the tour, and there were 
only twenty-eight left. But, though he was only half- 
way by the difference of meridians, he had really gone 
over two-thirds of the whole journey; for he had been 
obliged to make long circuits from London to Aden, 
from Aden to Bombay, from Calcutta to Singapore, 
and from Singapore to Yokohama. Could he have 
followed without deviation the fiftieth parallel, which 
is that of London, the whole distance would only have 
been about twelve thousand miles; whereas he would 
be forced, by the irregular methods of locomotion, 
to traverse twenty-six thousand, of which he had, on 
the 23rd of November, accomplished seventeen thou- 
sand five hundred. And now the course was a straight 
one, and Fix was no longer there to put obstacles in 
their way! 

It happened also, on the 23rd of November, that 
Passepartout made a joyful discovery. It will be re- 
membered that the obstinate fellow had insisted on 
keeping his famous family watch at London time, and 
on regarding that of the countries he had passed 
through as quite false and unreliable. Now, on this 
day, though he had not changed the hands, he found 
that his watch exactly agreed with the ship’s chro- 
nometers. His triumph was hilarious. He would 
have liked to know what Fix would say if he were 
aboard ! 

‘‘ The rogue told me a lot of stories,” repeated Passe- 


196 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


partout, “ about the meridians, the sun, and the moon ! 
Moon, indeed ! moonshine more likely ! If one listened 
to that sort of people, a pretty sort of time one would 
keep ! I was sure that the sun would some day regu- 
late itself by my watch ! ’’ 

Passepartout was ignorant that, if the face of his 
watch had been divided into twenty-four hours, like the 
Italian clocks, he would have no reason for exultation ; 
for the hands of his watch would then, instead of as 
now indicating nine o’clock in the morning, indicate 
nine o’clock in the evening, that is the twenty-first 
hour after midnight, — precisely the difference between 
London time and that of the one hundred and eightieth 
meridian. But if Fix had becm able to explain this 
purely physical effect. Passepartout would not have 
admitted, even if he had comprehended it. Moreover, 
if the detective had been on board at that moment. 
Passepartout would have joined issue with him on a 
quite different subject, and in an entirely different 
manner. 

Where was Fix at that moment? 

He was actually on board the “ General Grant.” 

On reaching Yokohama, the detective, leaving Mr. 
Fogg, whom he expected to meet again during the 
day, had repaired at once to the English consulate, 
where he at last found the warrant of arrest. It had 
followed him from Bombay, and had come by the 
‘‘Carnatic,” on which steamer he himself was sup- 


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posed to be. Fix’s disappointment may be imagined 
when he reflected that the warrant was now useless. 
Mr. Fogg had left English ground, and it was now 
necessary to procure his extradition! 

Well,” thought Fix, after a moment of anger, 

my warrant is not good here, but it will be in Eng- 
land. The rogue evidently intends to return to his 
own country, thinking he has thrown the police off 
his track. Good 1 I will follow him across the Atlantic. 
As for the money. Heaven grant there may be some 
left! But the fellow has already spent in travelling, 
rewards, trials, bail, elephants, and all sorts of charges, 
more than five thousand pounds. Yet, after all, the 
Bank is rich ! ” 

His course decided on, he went on board the Gen- 
eral Grant,” and was there when Mr. Fogg and Aouda 
arrived. To his utter amazement, he recognized Passe- 
partout, despite his theatrical disguise. He quickly 
concealed himself in his cabin, to avoid an awkward 
explanation, and hoped — thanks to the number of 
passengers — ^to remain unperceived by Mr. Fogg’s 
servant. 

On that very day, however, he met Passepartout 
face to face on the forward deck. The latter, without 
a word, made a rush for him, grasped him by the 
throat, and, much to the amusement of a group of 
Americans, who immediately began to bet on him, 
administered to the detective a perfect volley of blows. 


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which proved the great superiority of French over 
English pugilistic skill. 

When Passepartout had finished, he found himself 
relieved and comforted. Fix got up in a somewhat 
rumpled condition, and, looking at his adversary, 
coldly said, “ Have you done ? ” 

For this time — yes.” 

'‘Then let me have a word with you.” 

" But I—” 

" In your master’s interest.” 

Passepartout seemed to be vanquished by Fix’s 
coolness, for he quietly followed him, and they sat 
down aside from the rest of the passengers. 

“ You have given me a thrashing,” said Fix. 
“ Good ; I expected it. Now, listen to me. Up to this 
time I have been Mr. Fogg’s adversary. I am now 
in his game.” 

“ Aha ! ” cried Passepartout ; “ you are convinced 
he is an honest man ? ” 

“ No,” replied Fix coldly, " I think him a rascal. 
Sh! don’t budge, and let me speak. As long as Mr. 
Fogg was on English ground, it was for my interest 
to detain him there until my warrant of arrest arrived. 
I did everything I could to keep him back. I sent 
the Bombay priests after him, I got you intoxicated 
at Hong Kong, I separated you from him, and I made 
him miss the Yokohama steamer.” 

Passepartout listened, with closed fists. 


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“ Now,” resumed Fix, Mr. Fogg seems to be going 
back to England. Well, I will follow him there. But 
hereafter I will do as much to keep obstacles out of 
his way as I have done up to this time to put them in 
his path. I’ve changed my game, you see, and simply 
because it was for my interest to change it. Your 
interest is the same as mine ; for it is only in England 
that you will ascertain whether you are in the service 
of a criminal or an honest man.” 

Passepartout listened very attentively to Fix, and 
was convinced that he spoke with entire good faith. 

“ Are we friends ? ” asked the detective. 

‘‘Friends? — no,” replied Passepartout; “but allies, 
perhaps. At the least sign of treason, however, I’ll 
twist your neck for you.” 

“ Agreed,” said the detective quietly. 

Eleven days later, on the 3rd of December, the 
“ General Grant ” entered the bay of the Golden Gate 
and reached San Francisco. 

Mr. Fogg had neither gained nor lost a single day. 


CHAPTER XXV 


IN WHICH A SLIGHT GLIMPSE IS HAD OF SAN 
FRANCISCO 

It was seven in the morning when Mr. Fogg, Aouda, 
and Passepartout set foot upon the American conti- 
nent, if this name can be given to the floating quay 
upon which they disembarked. These quays, rising 
and falling with the tide, thus facilitate the loading 
and unloading of vessels. Alongside them were clip- 
pers of all sizes, steamers of all nationalities, and the 
steamboats, with several decks rising one above the 
other, which ply on the Sacramento and its tributaries. 
There were also heaped up the products of a commerce 
which extends to Mexico, Chili, Peru, Brazil, Europe, 
Asia, and all the Pacific islands. 

Passepartout, in his joy on reaching at last the 
American continent, thought he would manifest it by 
executing a perilous vault in fine style; but, tumbling 
upon some worm-eaten planks, he fell through them. 
Put out of countenance by the manner in which he 
thus set foot upon the New World, he uttered a 
loud cry, which so frightened the innumerable cor- 
morants and pelicans that are always perched upon 
these movable quays, that they flew noisily away. 


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Mr. Fogg, on reaching shore, proceeded to find out 
at what hour the first train left for New York, and 
learned that this was at six o’clock p.m. ; he had, 
therefore, an entire day to spend in the Californian 
capital. Taking a carriage at a charge of three dollars, 
he and Aouda entered it, while Passepartout mounted 
the box beside the driver, and they set out for the 
International Hotel. 

From his exalted position Passepartout observed 
with much curiosity the wide streets, the low, evenly 
ranged houses, the Anglo-Saxon Gothic churches, the 
great docks, the palatial wooden and brick warehouses, 
the numerous conveyances, omnibuses, horse-cars, and 
upon the side-walks, not only Americans and Euro- 
peans, but Chinese and Indians. Passepartout was sur- 
prised at all he saw. San Francisco was no longer 
the legendary city of 1849 , — ^ city of banditti, assas- 
sins, and incendiaries, who had flocked hither in 
crowds in pursuit of plunder; a paradise of outlaws, 
where they gambled with gold-dust, a revolver in one 
hand and a bowie-knife in the other: it was now a 
great commercial emporium. 

The lofty tower of its City Hall overlooked the 
whole panorama of the streets and avenues, which cut 
each other at right angles, and in the midst of which 
appeared pleasant, verdant squares, while beyond 
appeared the Chinese quarter, seemingly imported 
from the Celestial Empire in a toy-box. Sombreros 


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and red shirts and plumed Indians were rarely to be 
seen; but there were silk hats and black coats every- 
where worn by a multitude of nervously active, gen- 
tlemanly-looking men. Some of the streets — especially 
Montgomery Street, which is to San Francisco what 
Regent Street is to London, the Boulevard des Italiens 
to Paris, and Broadway to New York — were lined with 
splendid and spacious stores, which exposed in their 
windows the products of the entire world. 

When Passepartout reached the International Hotel, 
it did not seem to him as if he had left England 
at all. 

The ground floor of the hotel was occupied by a 
large bar, a sort of restaurant freely open to all 
passers-by, who might partake of dried beef, oyster 
soup, biscuits, and cheese, without taking out their 
purses. Payment was made only for the ale, porter, 
or sherry which was drunk. This seemed “ very 
American ” to Passepartout. The hotel refreshment- 
rooms were comfortable, and Mr. Fogg and Aouda, 
installing themselves at a table, were abundantly served 
on diminutive plates by negroes of darkest hue. 

After breakfast, Mr. Fogg, accompanied by Aouda, 
started for the English consulate to have his passport 
visaed. As he was going out, he met Passepartout, 
who asked him if it would not be well, before taking 
the train, to purchase some dozens of Enfield rifles 
and Colt’s revolvers. He had been listening to stories 


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of attacks upon the trains by the Sioux and Pawnees. 
Mr. Fogg thought it a useless precaution, but told 
him to do as he thought best, and went on to the con- 
sulate. 

He had not proceeded two hundred steps, however, 
when, '' by the greatest chance in the world,” he met 
Fix. The detective seemed wholly taken by surprise. 
What ! Had Mr. Fogg and himself crossed the Pacific 
together, and not met on the steamer! At least Fix 
felt honoured to behold once more the gentleman to 
whom he owed so much, and as his business recalled 
him to Europe, he should be delighted to continue the 
journey in such pleasant company. 

Mr. Fogg replied that the honour would be his ; and 
the detective — who was determined not to lose sight 
of him — begged permission to accompany them in 
their walk about San Francisco — a request which Mr. 
Fogg readily granted. 

They soon found themselves in Montgomery Street, 
where a great crowd was collected; the side-walks, 
street, horse-car rails, the shop-doors, the windows of 
the houses, and even the roofs, were full of people. 
Men were going about carrying large posters, and 
flags and streamers were floating in the wind; while 
loud cries were heard on every hand. 

Hurrah for Camerfield 1 ” 

“ Hurrah for Mandiboy ! ” 

It was a political meeting; at least so Fix conjee- 


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tured, who said to Mr. Fogg, “ Perhaps we had better 
not mingle with the crowd. There may be danger in 
it.” 

“Yes,” returned Mr. Fogg; “and blows, even if 
they are political, are still blows.” 

Fix smiled at this remark; and in order to be able 
to see without being jostled about, the party took up a 
position on the top of a flight of steps situated at the 
upper end of Montgomery Street. Opposite them, on 
the other side of the street, between a coal wharf and 
a petroleum warehouse, a large' platform had been 
erected in the open air, towards which the current of 
the crowd seemed to be directed. 

For what purpose was this meeting? What was the 
occasion of this excited assemblage? Phileas Fogg 
could not imagine. Was it to nominate some high 
official — a governor or member of Congress? It was 
not improbable, so agitated was the multitude before 
them. 

Just at this moment there was an unusual stir in the 
human mass. All the hands were raised in the air. 
Some, tightly closed, seemed to disappear suddenly in 
the midst of the cries — an energetic way, no doubt, of 
casting a vote. The crowd swayed back, the banners 
and flags wavered, disappeared an instant, then reap- 
peared in tatters. The undulations of the human surge 
reached the steps, while all the heads floundered on 
the surface like a sea agitated by a squall. Many of 


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the black hats disappeared, and the greater part of the 
crowd seemed to have diminished in height. 

“ It is evidently a meeting,” said Fix, “ and its 
object must be an exciting one. I should not wonder 
if it were about the ' Alabama,^ despite the fact that 
that question is settled.” 

“ Perhaps,” replied Mr. Fogg simply. 

“ At least, there are two champions in presence of 
each other, the Honourable Mr. Camerfield and the 
Honourable Mr. Mandiboy.” 

Aouda, leaning upon Mr. Fogg’s arm, observed the 
tumultuous scene with surprise, while Fix asked a man 
near him what the cause of it all was. Before the man 
could reply, a fresh agitation arose ; hurrahs and 
excited shouts were heard; the staffs of the banners 
began to be used as offensive weapons; and fists flew 
about in every direction. Thumps were exchanged 
from the tops of the carriages and omnibuses which 
had been blocked up in the crowd. Boots and shoes 
went whirling through the air, and Mr. Fogg thought 
he even heard the crack of revolvers mingling in the 
din. The rout approached the stairway, and flowed 
over the lower step. One of the parties had evidently 
been repulsed; but the mere lookers-on could not tell 
whether Mandiboy or Camerfield had gained the upper 
hand. 

“It would be prudent for us to retire,” said Fix, 
who was anxious that Mr. Fogg should not receive 


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any injury, at least until they got back to London. 

If there is any question about England in all this, 
and we were recognized, I fear it would go hard with 
us.’’ 

“ An English subject — ” began Mr. Fogg. 

He did not finish his sentence ; for a terrific hubbub 
now arose on the terrace behind the flight of steps 
where they stood, and there were frantic shouts of, 
“ Hurrah for Mandiboy ! Hip, hip, hurrah ! ’’ 

It was a band of voters coming to the rescue of 
their allies, and taking the Camerfield forces in flank. 
Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix found themselves between 
two fires; it was too late to escape. The torrent of 
men, armed with loaded canes and sticks, was irresisti- 
ble. Phileas Fogg and Fix were roughly hustled in 
their attempts to protect their fair companion; the 
former, as cool as ever, tried to defend himself with 
the weapons which nature has placed at the end of 
every Englishman’s arm, but in vain. A big brawny 
fellow with a red beard, flushed face, and broad 
shoulders, who seemed to be the chief of the band, 
raised his clenched fist to strike Mr. Fogg, whom he 
would have given a crushing blow, had not Fix rushed 
in and received it in his stead. An enormous bruise 
immediately made its appearance under the detective’s 
silk hat, which was completely smashed in. 

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‘‘ Englishman ! ” returned the other. We will meet 
again ! '' 

‘‘ When you please.” 

“ What is your name ? ” 

“ Phileas Fogg. And yours?” 

“ Colonel Stamp Proctor.” 

The human tide now swept by, after overturning 
Fix, who speedily got upon his feet again, though with 
tattered clothes. Happily, he was not seriously hurt. 
His travelling overcoat was divided into two unequal 
parts, and his trousers resembled those of certain 
Indians, which fit less compactly than they are easy to 
put on. Aouda had escaped unharmed, and Fix 
alone bore marks of the fray in his black and blue 
bruise. 

'' Thanks,” said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon 
as they were out of the crowd. 

“No thanks are necessary,” replied Fix; “but let 
us go.” 

“ Where?” 

“ To a tailor.” 

Such a visit was, indeed, opportune. The clothing 
of both Mr. Fogg and Fix was in rags, as if they had 
themselves been actively engaged in the contest 
between Camerfield and Mandiboy. An hour after, 
they were once more suitably attired, and with Aouda 
returned to the International Hotel. 

Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with 


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half a dozen six-barrelled revolvers. When he per- 
ceived Fix, he knit his brows; but Aouda having, in 
a few words, told him of their adventure, his counte- 
nance resumed its placid expression. Fix evidently 
was no longer an enemy, but an ally ; he was faithfully 
keeping his word. 

Dinner over, the coach which was to convey the 
passengers and their luggage to the station drew up to 
the door. As he was getting in, Mr. Fogg said to 
Fix, ‘‘ You have not seen this Colonel Proctor again ? 

No.” 

“ I will come back to America to find him,” said 
Phileas Fogg calmly. It would not be right for an 
Englishman to permit himself to be treated in that 
way, without retaliating.” 

The detective smiled, but did not reply. It was 
clear that Mr. Fogg was one of those Englishmen 
who, while they do not tolerate duelling at home, fight 
abroad when their honour is attacked. 

At a quarter before six the travellers reached the 
station, and found the train ready to depart. As he 
was about to enter it, Mr. Fogg called a porter, and 
said to him, ‘‘ My friend, was there not some trouble 
to-day in San Francisco? ” 

“ It was a political meeting, sir,” replied the porter. 

But I thought there was a great deal of disturbance 
in the streets.” 

“ It was only a meeting assembled for an election.” 


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“ The election of a general-in-chief, no doubt ? '' 
asked Mr. Fogg. 

“No, sir; of a justice of the peace.” 

Phileas Fogg got into the train, which started oif at 
full speed. 


CHAPTER XXVI 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PARTY TRAVEL BY THE 
PACIFIC RAILROAD 

From ocean to ocean/’ — so say the Americans ; and 
these four words compose the general designation of 
the great trunk line ” which crosses the entire width 
of the United States. The Pacific Railroad is, how- 
ever, really divided into two distinct lines : the Central 
Pacific, between San Francisco and Ogden, and the 
Union Pacific, between Ogden and Omaha. Five main 
lines connect Omaha with New York. 

New York and San Francisco are thus united by an 
uninterrupted metal ribbon, which measures no less 
than three thousand seven hundred and eighty-six 
miles. Between Omaha and the Pacific the railway 
crosses a territory which is still infested by Indians and 
wild beasts, and a large tract which the Mormons, after 
they were driven from Illinois in 1845, began to 
colonize. 

The journey from New York to San Francisco con- 
sumed, formerly, under the most favourable conditions, 
at least six months. It is now accomplished in seven 
days. 


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It was in 1862 that, in spite of the Southern Mem- 
bers of Congress, who wished a more southerly route, 
it was decided to lay the road between the forty-first 
and forty-second parallels. President Lincoln himself 
fixed the end of the line at Omaha, in Nebraska. The 
work was at once commenced, and pursued with true 
American energy; nor did the rapidity with which it 
went on injuriously affect its good execution. The 
road grew, on the prairies, a mile and a half a day. 
A locomotive, running on the rails laid down the even- 
ing before, brought the rails to be laid on the morrow, 
and advanced upon them as fast as they were put in 
position. 

The Pacific Railroad is joined by several branches 
in Iowa, Kansas, Colorado, and Oregon. On leaving 
Omaha, it passes along the left bank of the Platte 
River as far as the junction of its northern branch, 
follows its southern branch, crosses the Laramie terri- 
tory and the Wahsatch Mountains, turns the Great 
Salt Lake, and reaches Salt Lake City, the Mormon 
capital, plunges into the Tuilla Valley, across the 
American Desert, Cedar and Humboldt Mountains, 
the Sierra Nevada, and descends, via Sacramento, to 
the Pacific, — its grade, even on the Rocky Mountains, 
never exceeding one hundred and twelve feet to the 
mile. 

Such was the road to be traversed in seven days, 
which would enable Phileas Fogg — at least, so he 


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hoped — to take the Atlantic steamer at New York on 
the nth for Liverpool. 

The car which he occupied was a sort of long 
omnibus on eight wheels, and with no compartments 
in the interior. It was supplied with two rows of 
seats, perpendicular to the direction of the train on 
either side of an aisle which conducted to the front 
and rear platforms. These platforms were found 
throughout the train, and the passengers were able to 
pass from one end of the train to the other. It was 
supplied with saloon cars, balcony cars, restaurants, 
and smoking cars; theatre cars alone were wanting, 
and they will have these some day. 

Book and news dealers, sellers of edibles, drink- 
ables, and cigars, who seemed to have plenty of cus- 
tomers, were continually circulating in the aisles. 

The train left Oakland station at six o’clock. It was 
already night, cold and cheerless, the heavens being 
overcast with clouds which seemed to threaten snow. 
The train did not proceed rapidly; counting the stop- 
pages, it did not run more than twenty miles an hour, 
which was a sufficient speed, however, to enable it to 
reach Omaha within its designated time. 

There was but little conversation in the car, and soon 
many of the passengers were overcome with sleep. 
Passepartout found himself beside the detective ; but 
he did not talk to him. After recent events, their 
relations with each other had grown somewhat cold ; 



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there could no longer be mutual sympathy or intimacy 
between them. Fix’s manner had not changed; but 
Passepartout was very reserved, and ready to strangle 
his former friend on the slightest provocation. 

Snow began to fall an hour after they started, a 
fine snow, however, which happily could not obstruct 
the train; nothing could be seen from the windows 
but a vast, white sheet, against which the smoke of the 
locomotive had a grayish aspect. 

At eight o’clock a steward entered the car and 
announced that the time for going to bed had arrived ; 
and in a few minutes the car was transformed into a 
dormitory. The backs of the seats were thrown back, 
bedsteads carefully packed were rolled out by an 
ingenious system, berths were suddenly improvised,^ 
and each traveller had soon at his disposition a com- 
fortable bed, protected from curious eyes by thick cur- 
tains. The sheets were clean and the pillows soft. If. 
only remained to go to bed and sleep — which every- 
body did — while the train sped on across the State of 
California. 

The country between San Francisco and Sacramento 
is not very hilly. The Central Pacific, taking Sacra- 
mento for its starting-point, extends eastward to meet 
the road from Omaha. The line from San Francisco 
to Sacramento runs in a north-easterly direction, along 
the American River, which empties into San Pablo 
Bay. The one hundred and twenty miles between these 


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cities were accomplished in six hours, and towards 
midnight, while fast asleep, the travellers passed 
through Sacramento; so that they saw nothing of 
that important place, the seat of the State govern- 
ment, with its fine quays, its broad streets, its noble 
hotels, squares, and churches. 

The train, on leaving Sacramento, and passing the 
junction, Rodin, Auburn, and Colfax, entered the 
range of the Sierra Nevada. Cisco was reached at 
seven in the morning; and an hour later the dormi- 
tory was transformed into an ordinary car, and the 
travellers could observe the picturesque beauties of 
the mountain region through which they were steam- 
ing. The railway track wound in and out among the 
passes, now approaching the mountain sides, now sus- 
pended over precipices, avoiding abrupt angles by bold 
curves, plunging into narrow defiles, which seemed to 
have no outlet. The locomotive, its great funnel emit- 
ting a wierd light, with its sharp bell, and its cow- 
catcher extended like a spur, mingled its shrieks and 
bellowings with the noise of torrents and cascades, and 
twined its smoke among the branches of the gigantic 
pines. 

There were few or no bridges or tunnels on the 
route. The railway turned around the sides of the 
mountains, and did not attempt to violate nature by 
taking the shortest cut from one point to another. 

The train entered the State of Nevada through the 


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Carson valley about nine o’clock, going always north- 
easterly; and at midday reached Reno, where there 
was a delay of twenty minutes for breakfast. 

From this point the road, running along Humboldt 
River, passed northward for several miles by its banks ; 
then it turned eastward, and kept by the river until it 
reached the Humboldt Range, nearly at the extreme 
eastern limit of Nevada. 

Having breakfasted, Mr. Fogg and his companions 
resumed their places in the car, and observed the 
varied landscape which unfolded itself as they passed 
along; the vast prairies, the mountains lining the 
horizon, and the creeks with their frothy, foaming 
streams. Sometimes a great herd of buffaloes, mass- 
ing together in the distance, seemed like a movable 
dam. These innumerable multitudes of ruminating 
beasts often form an insurmountable obstacle to the 
passage of the trains; thousands of them have been 
seen passing over the track for hours together, in 
compact ranks. The locomotive is then forced to stop 
and wait till the road is once more clear. 

This happened, indeed, to the train in which Mr. 
Fogg was travelling. About twelve o’clock, a troop 
of ten or twelve thousand head of buffalo encumbered 
the track. The locomotive slackening its speed, tried 
to clear the way with its cow-catcher ; but the mass of 
animals was too great. The buffaloes marched along 
with a tranquil gait, uttering now and then deafening 


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bellowings. There was no use of interrupting them, 
for, having taken a particular direction, nothing can 
moderate and change their course; it is a torrent of 
living flesh which no dam could contain. 

The travellers gazed on this curious spectacle from 
the platforms; but Phileas Fogg, who had the most 
reason of all to be in a hurry, remained in his seat, 
and waited philosophically until it should please the 
buffaloes to get out of the way. 

Passepartout was furious at the delay they occa- 
sioned, and longed to discharge his arsenal of revolvers 
upon them. 

“ What a country ! ’’ cried he. Mere cattle stop 
the trains, and go by in a procession, just as if they 
were not impeding travel ! Parbleu ! I should like to 
know if Mr. Fogg foresaw this mishap in his pro- 
gramme! And here’s an engineer who doesn’t dare 
to run the locomotive into this herd of beasts ! ” 

The engineer did not try to overcome the obstacle, 
and he was wise. He would have crushed the first 
buffaloes, no doubt, with the jcow-catcher ; but the 
locomotive, however powerful, would soon have been 
checked, the train would inevitably have been thrown 
off the track, and would then have been helpless. 

The best course was to wait patiently, and regain 
the lost time by greater speed when the obstacle was 
removed. The procession of buffaloes lasted three full 
hours, and it was night before the track was clear. 


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The last ranks of the herd were now passing over the 
rails, while the first had already disappeared below the 
southern horizon. 

It was eight o’clock when the train passed through 
the defiles of the Humboldt Range, and half-past nine 
when it penetrated Utah, the region of the Great Salt 
Lake, the singular colony of the Mormons. 


CHAPTER XXVII 


IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES^ AT A SPEED OF 
TWENTY MILES AN HOUR^ A COURSE OF MORMON 
HISTORY. 

During the night of the 5th of December, the train 
ran south-easterly for about fifty miles; then rose an 
equal distance in a north-easterly direction, towards 
the Great Salt Lake. 

Passepartout, about nine o'clock, went out upon the 
platform to take the air. The weather was cold, the 
heavens gray, but it was not snowing. The sun's disc, 
enlarged by the mist, seemed an enormous ring of gold, 
and Passepartout was amusing himself by calculating 
its value in pounds sterling, when he was diverted from 
his interesting study by a strange-looking personage 
who made his appearance on the platform. 

This personage, who had taken the train at Elko, 
was tall and dark, with black moustaches, black stock- 
ings, a black silk hat, a black waistcoat, black trousers, 
a white cravat, and dogskin gloves. He might have 
been taken for a clergyman. He went from one end 
of the train to the other and affixed to the door of each 
car a notice written in manuscript. 


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Passepartout approached and read one of these 
notices, which stated that Elder William Hitch, Mor- 
mon missionary, taking advantage of his presence on 
train No. 48, would deliver a lecture on Mormonism, 
in car No. 117, from eleven to twelve o'clock; and that 
he invited all who were desirous of being instructed 
concerning the mysteries of the religion of the “ Latter 
Day Saints " to attend. 

“ I’ll go,” said Passepartout to himself. He knew 
nothing of Mormonism except the custom of polyg- 
amy, which is its foundation. 

The news quickly spread through the train, which 
contained about one hundred passengers, thirty of 
whom, at most, attracted by the notice, ensconced 
themselves in car No. 117. Passepartout took one of 
the seats. Neither Mr. Fogg nor Fix cared to attend. 

At the appointed hour Elder William Hitch rose, 
and, in an irritated voice, as if he had already been con- 
tradicted, said, '' I tell you that Joe Smith is a martyr, 
that his brother Hiram is a martyr, and that the per- 
secutions of the United States Government against the 
prophets will also make a martyr of Brigham Young. 
Who dares to say the contrary ? ” 

No one ventured to gainsay the missionary, whose 
excited tone contrasted curiously with his naturally 
calm visage. No doubt his anger arose from the hard- 
ships to which the Mormons were actually subjected. 
The government had just succeeded, with some diffi- 


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culty, in reducing these independent fanatics to its 
rule. It had made itself master of Utah, and subjected 
that territory to the laws of the Union, after imprison- 
ing Brigham Young on a charge of rebellion and 
polygamy. The disciples of the prophet had since 
redoubled their efforts^ and resisted, by words at least, 
the authority of Congress. Elder Hitch, as is seen, 
was trying to make proselytes on the very railway 
trains. 

Then, emphasizing his words with his loud voice 
and frequent gestures, he related the history of the 
Mormons from Biblical times: how that, in Israel, a 
Mormon prophet of the tribe of Joseph published the 
annals of the new religion, and bequeathed them to 
his son Morom ; how, many centuries later, a transla- 
tion of this precious book, which was written in Egyp- 
tian, was made by Joseph Smith, Junior, a Vermont 
farmer, who revealed himself as a mystical prophet in 
1825; and how, in short, the celestial messenger ap- 
peared to him in an illuminated forest, and gave him 
the annals of the Lord. 

Several of the audience, not being much interested 
in the missionary’s narrative, here left the car; but 
Elder Hitch, continuing his lecture, related how Smith, 
Junior, with his father, two brothers, and a few dis- 
ciples, founded the church of the “ Latter Day Saints,” 
which, adopted not only in America, but in England, 
Norway and Sweden, and Germany, counts many arti- 


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221 


sans, as well as men engaged in the liberal professions, 
among its members ; how a colony was established in 
Ohio, a temple erected there at a cost of two hundred 
thousand dollars, and a town built at Kirkland; how 
Smith became an enterprising banker, and received 
from a simple mummy showman a papyrus scroll 
written by Abraham and several famous Egyptians. 

The Elder’s story became somewhat wearisome, and 
his audience grew gradually less, until it was reduced 
to twenty passengers. But this did not disconcert the 
enthusiast, who proceeded with the story of Joseph 
Smith’s bankruptcy in 1837, his ruined credi- 

tors gave him a coat of tar and feathers; his reap- 
pearance some years afterwards, more honourable 
and honoured than ever, at Independence, Missouri, 
the chief of a flourishing colony of three thousand 
disciples, and his pursuit thence by outraged Gentiles, 
and retirement into the far West. 

Ten hearers only were now left, among them honest 
Passepartout, who was listening with all his ears. Thus 
he learned that, after long persecutions. Smith reap- 
peared in Illinois, and in 1839 founded a community 
at Nauvoo, on the Mississippi, numbering twenty-five 
thousand souls, of which he became mayor, chief 
justice, and general-in-chief; that he announced him- 
self, in 1843, as a candidate for the Presidency of the 
United States; and that finally, being drawn into 
ambuscade at Carthage, he was thrown into prison. 


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and assassinated by a band of men disguised in 
masks. 

Passepartout was now the only person left in the car, 
and the Elder, looking him full in the face, reminded 
him that, two years after the assassination of Joseph 
Smith, the inspired prophet, Brigham Young, his suc- 
cessor, left Nauvoo for the banks of the Great Salt 
Lake, where, in the midst of that fertile region, 
directly on the route of the emigrants who crossed 
Utah on their way to California, the new colony, 
thanks to the polygamy practised by the Mormons, had 
flourished beyond expectation. 

“ And this,” added Elder William Hitch, — “ this is 
why the jealousy of Congress has been aroused against 
us ! Why have the soldiers of the Union invaded the 
soil of Utah? Why has Brigham Young, our chief, 
been imprisoned, in contempt of all justice? Shall we 
yield to force? Never! Driven from Vermont, 
driven from Illinois, driven from Ohio, driven from 
Missouri, driven from Utah, we shall yet find some 
independent territory on which to plant our tents. And 
you, my brother,” continued the Elder, fixing his 
angry eye upon his single auditor, ‘‘ will you not plant 
yours there, too, under the shadow of our flag ? ” 

No ! ” replied Passepartout courageously, in his 
turn retiring from the car, and leaving the Elder to 
preach to vacancy. 

During the lecture the train had been making good 


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progress, and towards half-past twelve it had reached 
the north-west border of the Great Salt Lake. Thence 
the passengers could observe the vast extent of this 
interior sea, which is also called the Dead Sea, and 
into which flows an American Jordan. It is a pictur- 
esque expanse, framed in lofty crags in large strata, 
encrusted with white salt, — a superb sheet of water, 
which was formerly of larger extent than now, its 
shores having encroached with the lapse of time, and 
thus at once reduced its breadth and increased its 
depth. 

The Salt Lake, seventy miles long and thirty-five 
wide, is situated three miles eight hundred feet above 
the sea. Quite different from Lake Asphaltite, 
whose depression is twelve hundred feet below the 
sea, it contains considerable salt, and one quarter of 
the weight of its water is solid matter, its specific 
weight being 1170, and, after being distilled, 1000. 
Fishes are of course unable to live in it, and those 
which descend through the Jordan, the Weber, and 
other streams, soon perish. 

The country around the lake was well cultivated, 
for the Mormons are mostly farmers; while ranches 
and pens for domesticated animals, fields of wheat, 
corn, and other cereals, luxuriant prairies, hedges of 
wild rose, clumps of acacias and milk-wort, would 
have been seen six months later. Now the ground 
was covered with a thin powdering of snow. 


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The train reached Ogden at two o’clock, where it 
rested for six hours. Mr. Fogg and his party had 
time to pay a visit to Salt Lake City, connected with 
Ogden by a branch road ; and they spent two hours in 
this strikingly American town, built on the pattern of 
other cities of the Union, like a checker-board, with 
the sombre sadness of right angles,” as Victor Hugo 
expresses it. The founder of the City of the Saints 
could not escape from the taste for symmetry which 
distinguishes the Anglo-Saxons. In this strange 
country, where the people are certainly not up to 
the level of their institutions, everything is done 
“ squarely,” — cities, houses, and follies. 

The travellers, then, were promenading, at three 
o’clock, about the streets of the town built between 
the banks of the Jordan and the spurs of the Wahsatch 
Range. They saw few or no churches, but the 
prophet’s mansion, the court-house, and the arsenal, 
blue-brick houses with verandahs and porches, sur- 
sounded by gardens bordered with acacias, palms, and 
locusts. A clay and pebble wall, built in 1853, sur- 
rounded the town ; and in the principal street were the 
market and several hotels adorned with pavilions. 
The place did not seem thickly populated. The streets 
were almost deserted, except in the vicinity of the 
Temple, which they only reached after having tra- 
versed several quarters surrounded by palisades. There 
were many women, which was easily accounted for by 


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the “ peculiar institution ” of the Mormons ; but it 
must not be supposed that all the Mormons are 
polygamists. They are free to marry or not, as they 
please; but it is worth noting that it is mainly the 
female citizens of Utah who are anxious to marry, as, 
according to the Mormon religion, maiden ladies are 
not admitted to the possession of its highest joys. 
These poor creatures seemed to be neither well off 
nor happy. Some — the more well-to-do, no doubt — 
wore short, open black silk dresses, under a hood or 
modest shawl; others were habited in Indian fashion. 

Passepartout could not behold without a certain 
fright these women, charged, in groups, with confer- 
ring happiness on a single Mormon. His common 
sense pitied, above all, the husband. It seemed to 
him a terrible thing to have to guide so many wives at 
once across the vicissitudes of life, and to conduct 
them, as it were, in a body to the Mormon paradise, 
with the prospect of seeing them in the company of 
the glorious Smith, who doubtless was the chief orna- 
ment of that delightful place, to all eternity. He felt 
decidedly repelled from such a vocation, and he imag- 
ined — perhaps he was mistaken — ^that the fair ones of 
Salt Lake City cast rather alarming glances on his 
person. Happily, his stay there was but brief. At 
four the party found themselves again at the station, 
took their places in the train, and the whistle sounded 
for starting. Just at the moment, however, that the 


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locomotive wheels began to turn, cries of stop ! 
stop ! ’’ were heard. 

Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one. The 
gentleman who uttered the cries was evidently a be- 
lated Mormon. He was breathless with running. 
Happily for him, the station had neither gates nor 
barriers. He rushed along the track, jumped on the 
rear platform of the train, and fell exhausted into one 
of the seats. 

Passepartout, who had been anxiously watching this 
amateur gymnast, approached him with lively interest, 
and learned that he had taken flight after an unpleasant 
domestic scene. 

When the Mormon had recovered his breath. Passe- 
partout ventured to ask him politely how many wives 
he had; for, from the manner in which he had de- 
camped, it might be thought that he had twenty at 
least. 

One, sir,” replied the Mormon, raising his arms 
heavenward, — “ one, and that was enough 1 ” 


CHAPTER XXVIII 


IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT DOES NOT SUCCEED IN 
MAKING ANYONE LISTEN TO REASON 

The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, 
passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, 
having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San 
Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direc- 
tion towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It 
was in the section included between this range and the 
Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found 
the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and 
that the government granted a subsidy of forty-eight 
thousand dollars per mile, instead of sixteen thousand 
allowed for the work done on the plains. But the 
engineers, instead of violating nature, avoided its diffi- 
culties by winding around, instead of penetrating the 
rocks. One tunnel only, fourteen thousand feet in 
length, was pierced in order to arrive at the great 
basin. 

The track up to this time had reached its highest 
elevation at the Great Salt Lake. From this point it 
described a long curve, descending towards Bitter 
Creek Valley, to rise again to the dividing ridge of “the 


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waters between the Atlantic and the Pacific. There 
were many creeks in this mountainous region, and it 
was necessary to cross Muddy Creek, Green Creek, 
and others, upon culverts. 

Passepartout grew more and more impatient as they 
went on, while Fix longed to get out of this difficult 
region, and was more anxious than Phileas Fogg him- 
self to be beyond the danger of delays and accidents, 
and set foot on English soil. 

At ten o’clock at night the train stopped at Fort 
Bridger station, and twenty minutes later entered 
Wyoming Territory, following the valley of Bitter 
Creek throughout. The next day, December 7th, they 
stopped for a quarter of an hour at Green River sta- 
tion. Snow had fallen abundantly during the night, 
but, being mixed with rain, it had half melted, and did 
not interrupt their progress. The bad weather, how- 
ever, annoyed Passepartout; for the accumulation of 
snow, by blocking the wheels of the cars, would cer- 
tainly have been fatal to Mr. Fogg’s tour. 

What an idea ! ” he said to himself. " Why did 
my master make this journey in winter? Couldn’t he 
have waited for the good season to increase his 
chances ? ” 

While the worthy Frenchman was absorbed in the 
state of the sky and the depression of the temperature, 
Aouda was experiencing fears from a totally different 
cause. 


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Several passengers had got off at Green River, and 
were walking up and down the platforms ; and among 
these Aouda recognized Colonel Stamp Proctor, the 
same who had so grossly insulted Phileas Fogg at the 
San Francisco meeting. Not wishing to be recog- 
nized, the young woman drew back from the window, 
feeling much alarm at her discovery. She was at- 
tached to the man who, however coldly, gave her daily 
evidences of the most absolute devotion. She did not 
comprehend, perhaps, the depth of the sentiment with 
which her protector inspired her, which she called 
gratitude, but which, though she was unconscious of 
it, was really more than that. Her heart sank within 
her when she recognized the man whom Mr. Fogg 
desired, sooner or later, to call to account for his con- 
duct. Chance alone, it was clear, had brought Colonel 
Proctor on this train; but there he was, and it was 
necessary, at all hazards, that Phileas Fogg should 
not perceive his adversary. 

Aouda seized a moment when Mr. Fogg was asleep, 
to tell Fix and Passepartout whom she had seen. 

That Proctor on this train!” cried Fix. “Well, 
reassure yourself, madam; before he settles with Mr. 
Fogg, he has got to deal with me 1 It seems to me that 
I was the more insulted of the two.” 

“ And besides,” added Passepartout, “ Pll take 
charge of him, colonel as he is.” 

“ Mr. Fix,” resumed Aouda, “ Mr. Fogg will allow 


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no one to avenge him. He said that he would come 
back to America to find this man. Should he perceive 
Colonel Proctor, we could not prevent a collision 
which might have terrible results. He must not see 
him.” 

“You are right, madam,” replied Fix; “a meeting 
between them might ruin all. Whether he were vic- 
torious or beaten, Mr. Fogg would be delayed, 
and—” 

“And,” added Passepartout, “that would play the 
game of the gentlemen of the Reform Club. In four 
days we shall be in New York. Well, if my master 
does not leave this car during those four days, we may 
hope that chance will not bring him face to face with 
this confounded American. We must, if possible, pre- 
vent his stirring out of it.” 

The conversation dropped. Mr. Fogg had just 
woke up, and was looking out of the window. Soon 
after Passepartout, without being heard by his master 
or Aouda, whispered to the detective, “ Would you 
really fight for him ? ” 

“ I would do anything,” replied Fix, in a tone which 
betrayed determined will, “ to get him back, living, to 
Europe ! ” 

Passepartout felt something like a shudder shoot 
through his frame, but his confidence in his master 
remained unbroken. 

Was there any means of detaining Mr. Fogg in the 


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car, to avoid a meeting between him and the Colonel? 
It ought not to be a difficult task, since that gentleman 
was naturally sedentary and little curious. The de- 
tective, at least, seemed to have found a way; for, 
after a few moments, he said to Mr. Fogg, “ These are 
long and slow hours, sir, that we are passing on the 
railway.” 

“ Yes,” replied Mr. Fogg; “ but they pass.” 

“ You were in the habit of playing whist,” resumed 
Fix, “ on the steamers.” 

Yes ; but it would be difficult to do so here. I have 
neither cards nor partners.” 

Oh, but we can easily buy some cards, for they are 
sold on all the American trains. And as for partners, 
if madam plays — ” 

“ Certainly, sir,” Aouda quickly replied ; I under- 
stand whist. It is a part of an English education.” 

“ I myself have some pretensions to playing a good 
game. Well, here are three of us, and a dummy — ” 

As you please, sir,” replied Phileas Fogg, heartily 
glad to resume his favourite pastime, — even on the 
railway. 

Passepartout was despatched in search of the stew- 
ard, and soon returned with two packs of cards, 
some pins, counters, and a shelf covered with cloth. 

The game commenced. Aouda understood whist 
sufficiently well, and even received some compliments 
on her playing from Mr. Fogg. As for the detective. 


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he was simply an adept, and worthy of being matched 
against his present opponent. 

Now,” thought Passepartout, “ we’ve got him. He 
won’t budge.” 

At eleven in the morning the train had reached the 
dividing ridge of the waters at Bridger Pass, seven 
thousand five hundred and twenty-four feet above the 
level of the sea, one of the highest points attained by 
the track in crossing the Rocky Mountains. After 
going about two hundred miles, the travellers at last 
found themselves on one of those vast plains which 
extend to the Atlantic, and which nature has made so 
propitious for laying the iron road. 

On the declivity of the Atlantic basin the first 
streams, branches of the North Platte River, already 
appeared. The whole northern and eastern horizon 
was bounded by the immense semicircular curtain 
which is formed by the southern portion of the Rocky 
Mountains, the highest being Laramie Peak. Be- 
tween this and the railway extended vast plains, 
plentifully irrigated. On the right rose the lower 
spurs of the mountainous mass which extends south- 
ward to the sources of the Arkansas River, one of the 
great tributaries of the Missouri. 

At half past twelve the travellers caught sight for an 
instant of Fort Halleck, which commands that section; 
and in a few more hours the Rocky Mountains were 
crossed. There was reason to hope, then, that no 


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accident would mark the journey through this diffi- 
cult country. The snow had ceased falling, and the 
air became crisp and cold. Large birds, frightened 
by the locomotive,^ rose and flew off in the distance. 
No wild beast appeared on the plain. It was a desert 
in vast nakedness. 

After a comfortable breakfast, served in the car, 
Mr. Fogg and his partners had just resumed whist, 
when a violent whistling was heard, and the train 
stopped. Passepartout put his head out of the door, 
but saw nothing to cause the delay ; no station was in 
view. 

Aouda and Fix feared that Mr. Fogg might take it 
into his head to get out ; but that gentleman contented 
himself with saying to his servant, “ See what is the 
matter.” 

Passepartout rushed out of the car. Thirty or forty 
passengers had already descended, among them Colo- 
nel Stamp Proctor. 

The train had stopped before a red signal which 
blocked the way. The engineer and conductor were 
talking excitedly with a signal-man, whom the station- 
master at Medicine Bow, the next stopping place, had 
sent on before. The passengers drew around and took 
part in the discussion, in which Colonel Proctor, with 
his insolent manner, was conspicuous. 

Passepartout, joining the group, heard the signal- 
man say, “ No ! you can’t pass ! The bridge at Medi- 


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cine Bow is shaky, and would not bear the weight of 
the train.” 

This was a suspension-bridge thrown over some 
rapids, about a mile from the place where they now 
were. According to the signal-man, it was in a ruin- 
ous condition, several of the iron wires being broken; 
and it was impossible to risk the passage. He did not 
in any way exaggerate the condition of the bridge. It 
may be taken for granted that, rash as the Americans 
usually are, when they are prudent there is good rea- 
son for it. 

Passepartout, not daring to apprise his master of 
what he heard, listened with set teeth, immovable as a 
statue. 

“ Hum ! ” cried Colonel Proctor ; “ but we are not 
going to stay here, I imagine, and take root in the 
snow ? ” 

“ Colonel,” replied the conductor, “ we have tele- 
graphed to Omaha for a train, but it is not likely 
that it will reach Medicine Bow in less than six 
hours.” 

Six hours ! ” cried Passepartout. 

“ Certainly,” returned the conductor. " Besides, 
it will take us as long as that to reach Medicine Bow 
on foot.” 

But it is only a mile from here,” said one of the ^ 
passengers. 

“ Yes, but iPs on the other side of the river.” 


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And can’t we cross that in a boat ? ” asked the 
Colonel. 

‘‘ That’s impossible. The creek is swelled by the 
rains. It is a rapid, and we shall have to make a cir- 
cuit of ten miles to the north to find a ford.” 

The colonel launched a volley of oaths, denouncing 
the railway company and the conductor; and Passe- 
partout, who was furious, was not disinclined to make 
common cause with him. Here was an obstacle, 
indeed, which all his master’s bank-notes could not 
remove. 

There was a general disappointment among the 
passengers, who, without reckoning the delay, saw 
themselves compelled to trudge fifteen miles over a 
plain covered with snow. They grumbled and pro- 
tested, and would certainly have thus attracted Phileas 
Fogg’s attention, if he had not been completely ab- 
sorbed in his game. 

Passepartout found that he could not avoid telling 
his master what had occurred, and, with hanging head 
he was turning towards the car, when the engineer — 
a true Yankee, named Forster — called out, Gen- 
tlemen, perhaps there is a way, after all, to get 
over.” 

On the bridge ? ” asked a passenger. 

On the bridge.” 

With our train?” 

“ With our train.” 


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Passepartout stopped short, and eagerly listened to 
the engineer. 

“ But the bridge is unsafe,” urged the conductor. 

“ No matter,” replied Forster ; I think that by put- 
ting on the very highest speed we might have a chance 
of getting over.” 

“The devil!” muttered Passepartout. 

But a number of the passengers were at once at- 
tracted by the engineer’s proposal, and Colonel Proctor 
was especially delighted, and found the plan a very 
feasible one. He told stories about engineers leaping 
their trains over rivers without bridges, by putting on 
full steam; and many of those present avowed them- 
selves of the engineer’s mind. 

“We have fifty chances out of a hundred of getting 
over,” said one. 

“ Eighty ! ninety ! ” 

Passepartout was astounded, and, though ready to 
attempt anything to get over Medicine Creek, thought 
the experiment proposed a little too American. 
“ Besides,” thought he, “ there’s a still more simple 
way, and it does not even occur to any of these people ! 
Sir,” said he aloud to one of the passengers, “ the 
engineer’s plan seems to me a little dangerous, but — ” 

“ Eighty chances ! ” replied the passenger, turning 
his back on him. 

“ I know it,” said Passepartout, turning to another 
passenger, “ but a simple idea — ” 


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'' Ideas are no use,” returned the American, shrug- 
ging his shoulders, “ as the engineer assures us that we 
can pass.” 

‘‘ Doubtless,” urged Passepartout, ** we can pass, 
but perhaps it would be more prudent — ” 

What ! Prudent ! ” cried Colonel Proctor, whom 
this word seemed to excite prodigiously. “ At full 
speed, don’t you see, at full speed ! ” 

“ I know — I see,” repeated Passepartout ; but it 
would be, if not more prudent, since that word dis- 
pleases you, at least more natural — ” 

“ Who ! What ! What’s the matter with this fel- 
low ? ” cried several. 

The poor fellow did not know to whom to address 
himself. 

Are you afraid ? ” asked Colonel Proctor. 

“ I afraid ! Very well ; I will show these people 
that a Frenchman can be as American as they ! ” 

“ All aboard ! ” cried the conductor. 

“ Yes, all aboard ! ” repeated Passepartout, and 
immediately. “ But they can’t prevent me from 
thinking that it would be more natural for us to cross 
the bridge on foot, and let the train come after ! ” 

But no one heard this sage reflection, nor would 
anyone have acknowledged its justice. The passengers 
resumed their places in the cars. Passepartout took 
his seat without telling what had passed. The whist- 
players were quite absorbed in their game. 


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The locomotive whistled vigorously; the engineer, 
reversing the steam, backed the train for nearly a 
mile — retiring, like a jumper, in order to take a longer 
leap. Then, with another whistle, he began to move 
forward; the train increased its speed, and soon its 
rapidity became frightful ; a prolonged screech issued 
from the locomotive ; the piston worked up and down 
twenty strokes to the second. They perceived that 
the whole train, rushing on at the rate of a hundred 
miles an hour, hardly bore upon the rails at all. 

And they passed over ! It was like a flash. No one 
saw the bridge. The train leaped, so to speak, from 
one bank to the other, and the engineer could not stop 
it until it had gone five miles beyond the station. But 
scarcely had the train passed the river, when the 
bridge, completely ruined, fell with a crash into the 
rapids of Medicine Bow. 


CHAPTER XXIX 


IN WHICH CERTAIN INCIDENTS ARE NARRATED WHICH 

ARE ONLY TO BE MET WITH ON AMERICAN RAILROADS 

The train pursued its course, that evening, without 
interruption, passing Fort Saunders, crossing Cheyenne 
Pass, and reaching Evans Pass. The road here 
attained the highest elevation of the journey, eight 
thousand and ninety-one feet above the level of the 
sea. The travellers had now only to descend to the 
Atlantic by limitless plains, levelled by nature. A 
branch of the ‘‘ grand trunk ” led off southward to 
Denver, the capital of Colorado. The country round 
about is rich in gold and silver, and more than fifty 
thousand inhabitants are already settled there. 

Thirteen hundred and eighty-two miles had been 
passed over from San Francisco, in three days and 
three nights; four days and nights more would prob- 
ably bring them to New York. Phileas Fogg was not 
as yet behindhand. 

During the night Camp Walbach was passed on the 
left; Lodge Pole Creek ran parallel with the road, 
marking the boundary between the territories of 
Wyoming and Colorado. They entered Nebraska at 


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eleven, passed near Sedgwick, and touched at Jules- 
burg, on the southern branch of the Platte River. 

It was here that the Union Pacific Railroad was inau- 
gurated on the 23rd of October, 1867, by the chief 
engineer. General Dodge. Two powerful locomo- 
tives, carrying nine cars of invited guests, amongst 
whom was Thomas C. Durant, vice-president of the 
road, stopped at this point; cheers were given, the 
Sioux and Pawnees performed an imitation Indian 
battle, fireworks were let off, and the first number 
of the Railway Pioneer was printed by a press brought 
on the train. Thus was celebrated the inauguration of 
this great railroad, a mighty instrument of progress 
and civilization, thrown across the desert, and destined 
to link together cities and towns which do not yet 
exist. The whistle of the locomotive, more powerful 
than Amphion’s lyre, was about to bid them rise from 
American soil. 

Fort McPherson was left behind at eight in the 
morning, and three hundred and fifty-seven miles had 
yet to be traversed before reaching Omaha. The road 
followed the capricious windings of the southern 
branch of the Platte River, on its left bank. At nine 
the train stopped at the important town of North 
Platte, built between the two arms of the river, which 
rejoin each other around it and form a single artery, — 
a large tributary whose waters empty into the Missouri 
a little above Omaha. 



I should play a diamond. 























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The one hundred and first meridian was passed. 

Mr. Fogg and his partners had resumed their game ; 
no one — not even the dummy — complained of the 
length of the trip. Fix had begun by winning several 
guineas, which he seemed likely to lose ; but he showed 
himself a not less eager whist-player than Mr. 
Fogg. 

During the morning, chance distinctly favoured that 
gentleman. Trumps and honours were showered upon 
his hands. 

Once, having resolved on a bold stroke, he was on 
the point of playing a spade, when a voice behind him 
said, I should play a diamond.” 

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix raised their heads, and 
beheld Colonel Proctor. 

Stamp Proctor and Phileas Fogg recognized each 
other at once. 

“ Ah ! it’s you, is it, Englishman ? ” cried the Colo- 
nel ; it’s you who are going to play a spade ! ” 

''And who plays it,” replied Phileas Fogg coolly, 
throwing down the ten of spades. 

" Well, it pleases me to have it diamonds,” replied 
Colonel Proctor, in an insolent tone. 

He made a movement as if to seize the card which 
had just been played, adding, " You don’t understand 
anything about whist.” 

" Perhaps I do, as well as another,” said Phileas 
Fogg, rising. 


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“ You have only to try, son of John Bull/’ replied 
the colonel. 

Aouda turned pale, and her blood ran cold. She 
seized Mr. Fogg’s arm, and gently pulled him back. 
Passepartout was ready to pounce upon the American, 
who was staring insolently at his opponent. But Fix 
got up, and going to Colonel Proctor, said, ‘‘ You for- 
get that it is I with whom you have to deal, sir ; for it 
was I whom you not only insulted, but struck ! ” 

Mr. Fix,” said Mr. Fogg, “ pardon me, but this 
affair is mine, and mine only. The Colonel has again 
insulted me, by insisting that I should not play a spade, 
and he shall give me satisfaction for it.” 

When and where you will,” replied the American, 
“ and with whatever weapon you choose.” 

Aouda in vain attempted to restrain Mr. Fogg; as 
vainly did the detective endeavour to make the quarrel 
his. Passepartout wished to throw the Colonel out of 
the window, but a sign from his master checked him. 
Phileas Fogg left the car, and the American followed 
him upon the platform. 

“ Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to his adversary, “ I am in a 
great hurry to get back to Europe, and any delay what- 
ever will be greatly to my disadvantage.” 

'‘Well, what is that to me?” replied Colonel 
Proctor. 

" Sir,” said Mr. Fogg, very politely, “ after our 
meeting at San Francisco, I determined to return to 


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America and find you as soon as I had completed the 
business which called me to England/' 

Really!" 

“ Will you appoint a meeting for six months 
hence ? " 

Why not ten years hence ? " 

“ I say six months," returned Phileas Fogg, '' and 
I shall be at the place of meeting promptly." 

All this is an evasion," cried Stamp Proctor. 
“ Now or never ! " 

“Very good. You are going to New York?" 

“ No." 

“To Chicago?" 

“ No." 

“To Omaha?" 

“ What difference is it to you ? Do you know Plum 
Creek?" 

“ No," replied Mr. Fogg. 

“ It’s the next station. The train will be there in an 
hour, and will stop there ten minutes. In ten minutes 
several revolver-shots could be exchanged." 

“ Very well," said Mr. Fogg. “ I will stop at Plum 
Creek." 

“ And I guess you’ll stay there, too," added the 
American insolently. 

“ Who knows? ’’ replied Mr. Fogg, returning to the 
car as coolly as usual. He began to reassure Aouda, 
telling her that blusterers were never to be feared, and 


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begged Fix to be his second at the approaching duel, 
a request which the detective could not refuse. Mr. 
Fogg resumed the interrupted game with perfect 
calmness. 

At eleven o’clock the locomotive’s whistle announced 
that they were approaching Plum Creek station. Mr. 
Fogg rose, and, followed by Fix, went out upon the 
platform. Passepartout accompanied him, carrying 
a pair of revolvers, Aouda remained in the car, as pale 
as death. 

The door of the next car opened, and Colonel 
Proctor appeared on the platform, attended by a 
Yankee of his own stamp as his second. But just as 
the combatants were about to step from the train, the 
conductor hurried up, and shouted, ‘‘You can’t get 
off, gentlemen ! ” 

“ Why not ? ” asked the colonel. 

“We are twenty minutes late, and we shall not stop.” 

“ But I am going to fight a duel with this gentle- 
man.” 

“ I am sorry,” said the conductor, “ but we shall be 
off at once. There’s the bell ringing now.” 

The train started. 

“I’m really very sorry, gentlemen,” said the con- 
ductor. “ Under any other circumstances I should 
have been happy to oblige you. But, after all, as you 
have not had time to fight here, why not fight as we go 
along?” 


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“ That wouldn’t be convenient, perhaps, for this 
gentleman,” said the colonel, in a jeering tone. 

“ It would be perfectly so,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

Well, we are really in America,” thought Passe- 
partout, “ and the conductor is a gentleman of the first 
order ! ” 

So muttering, he followed his master. 

The two combatants, their seconds, and the con- 
ductor passed through the cars to the rear of the train. 
The last car was only occupied by a dozen passengers, 
whom the conductor politely asked if they would not 
be so kind as to leave it vacant for a few moments, as 
two gentlemen had an affair of honour to settle. The 
passengers granted the request with alacrity, and 
straightway disappeared on the platform. 

The car, which was some fifty feet long, was very 
convenient for their purpose. The adversaries might 
march on each other in the aisle, and fire at their 
ease. 

Never was duel more easily arranged. Mr. Fogg and 
Colonel Proctor, each provided with two six-barrelled 
revolvers, entered the car. The seconds, remaining 
outside, shut them in. They were to begin firing 
at the first whistle of the locomotive. After an interval 
of two minutes, what remained of the two gentlemen 
would be taken from the car. 

Nothing could be more simple. Indeed, it was all so 
simple that Fix and Passepartout felt their hearts beat- 


246 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


ing as if they would crack. They were listening for 
the whistle agreed upon, when suddenly savage cries 
resounded in the air, accompanied by reports which 
certainly did not issue from the car where the duel- 
lists were. The reports continued in front and the 
whole length of the train. Cries of terror proceeded 
from the interior of the cars. 

Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, revolvers in hand, 
hastily quitted thieir prison, and rushed forward where 
the noise was most clamorous. They then perceived 
that the train was attacked by a band of Sioux. 

This was not the first attempt of these daring In- 
dians, for more than once they had waylaid trains on 
the road. A hundred of them had, according to their 
habit, jumped upon the steps without stopping the 
train, with the ease of a clown mounting a horse at 
full gallop. 

The Sioux were armed with guns, from which came 
the reports, to which the passengers, who were almost 
all armed, responded by revolver-shots. 

The Indians had first mounted the engine and half 
stunned the engineer and stoker with blows from their 
muskets. A Sioux chief, wishing to stop the train, but 
not knowing how to work the regulator, had opened 
wide instead of closing the steam-valve, and the 
locomotive was plunging forward with terrific 
velocity. 

The SioUJC had at the same time invaded the cars. 


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skipping like enraged monkeys over the roofs, thrust- 
ing open the doors, and fighting hand to hand with 
the passengers. Penetrating the baggage-car, they 
pillaged it, throwing the trunks out of the train. The 
cries and shots were constant. 

The travellers defended themselves bravely ; some of 
the cars were barricaded, and sustained a siege, like 
moving forts, carried along at a speed of a hundred 
miles an hour. 

Aouda behaved courageously from the first. She 
defended herself, like a true heroine, with a revolver, 
which she shot through the broken windows whenever 
a savage made his appearance. Twenty Sioux had 
fallen mortally wounded to the ground, and the wheels 
crushed those who fell upon the rails as if they had 
been worms. Several passengers, shot or stunned, lay 
on the seats. 

It was necessary to put an end to the struggle, 
which had lasted for ten minutes, and which would 
result in the triumph of the Sioux if the train was not 
stopped. Fort Kearney station, where there was a 
garrison, was only two miles distant; but, that once 
passed, the Sioux would be masters of the train be- 
tween Fort Kearney and the station beyond. 

The conductor was fighting beside Mr. Fogg, when 
he was shot and fell. At the same moment he cried. 
Unless the train is stopped in five minutes, we are 
lost!’’ 


248 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


It ?hall be stopped/’ said Phileas Fogg, preparing 
to rush from the car. 

‘‘ Stay, monsieur,” cried Passepartout ; “ I will 

go-" 

Mr. Fogg had not time to stop the brave fellow, who, 
opening a door unperceived by the Indians, succeeded 
in slipping under the car ; and while the struggle con - 
tinned, and the balls whizzed across each other over 
his head, he made use of his old acrobatic experience, 
and with amazing agility worked his way under the 
cars, holding on to the chains, aiding himself by the 
brakes and edges of the sashes, creeping from one car 
to another with marvellous skill, and thus gaining the 
forward end of the train. 

There, suspended by one hand between the baggage- 
car and the tender, with the other he loosened the 
safety chains; but, owing to the traction, he would 
never have succeeded in unscrewing the yoking-bar, 
had not a violent concussion jolted this bar out. The 
train, now detached from the engine, remained a little 
behind, whilst the locomotive rushed forward with 
increased speed. 

Carried on by the force already acquired, the train 
still moved for several minutes; but the brakes were 
worked, and at last they stopped, less than a hundred 
feet from Kearney station. 

The soldiers of the fort, attracted by the shots, 
hurried up; the Sioux had not expected them, and 


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decamped in a body before the train entirely 
stopped. 

But when the passengers counted each other on the 
station platform several were found missing; among 
others the courageous Frenchman, whose devotion had 
just saved them. 


CHAPTER XXX?^ 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY 

Three passengers — including Passepartout — ^had dis- 
appeared. Had they been killed in the struggle? 
Were they taken prisoners by the Sioux? It was im- 
possible to tell. 

There were many wounded, but none mortally. 
Colonel Proctor was one of the most seriously hurt; 
he had fought bravely, and a ball had entered his groin. 
He was carried into the station with the other 
wounded passengers, to receive such attention as could 
be of avail. 

Aouda was safe; and Phileas Fogg, who had been 
in the thickest of the fight, had not received a scratch. 
Fix was slightly wounded in the arm. But Passepar- 
tout was not to be found, and tears coursed down 
Aouda^s ch-eeks. 

All the passengers had got out of the train, the 
wheels of which were stained with blood. From the 
tires and spokes hung ragged pieces of flesh. As far 
as the eye could reach on the white plain behind, red 
trails were visible. The last Sioux were disappearing 
in the south, along the banks of the Republican River. 


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Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, remained motionless. 
He had a serious decision to make. Aouda, standing 
near him, looked at him without speaking, and he 
understood her look. If his servant was a prisoner, 
ought he not to risk everything to rescue him from the 
Indians ? 

“ I will find him, living or dead,’’ said he quietly 
to Aouda. 

‘‘ Ah, Mr. — Mr. Fogg ! ” cried she, clasping his 
hands and covering them with tears. 

Living,” added Mr. Fogg, ‘‘ if we do not lose a 
moment.” 

Phileas Fogg, by this resolution, inevitably sacrificed 
himself; he pronounced his own doom. The delay of 
a single day would make him lose the steamer at New 
York, and his bet would be entirely lost. But as 
he thought, “ It is my duty,” he did not hesitate. 

The commanding officer of Fort Kearney was there. 
A hundred of his soldiers had placed themselves in a 
position to defend the station should the Sioux at- 
tack it. 

‘‘ Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to the captain, “ three pas- 
sengers have disappeared.” 

“ Dead ? ” asked the captain. 

Dead or prisoners ; that is the uncertainty which 
must be solved. Do you propose to pursue the 
Sioux?” 

“ That’s a serious thing to do, sir,” returned the 


252 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


captain. “ These Indians may retreat beyond the 
Arkansas, and I cannot leave the fort unpro- 
tected.” 

‘‘ The lives of three men are in question, sir,” said 
Phileas Fogg. 

“ Doubtless ; but can I risk the lives of fifty men to 
save three?” 

“ I don’t know whether you can, sir ; but you ought 
to do so.” 

Nobody here,” returned the other, has a right to 
teach me my duty.” 

“ Very well,” said Mr. Fogg, coldly. “ I will go 
alone.” 

You, sir 1 ” cried Fix, coming up ; “ you go alone 
in pursuit of the Indians ? ” 

** Would you have me leave this poor fellow to 
perish, — him to whom every one present owes his life ? 
I shall go.” 

No, sir, you shall not go alone,” cried the captain, 
touched in spite of himself. No ! you are a brave 
man. Thirty volunteers ! ” he added, turning to the 
soldiers. 

The whole company started forward at once. The 
captain had only to pick his men. Thirty were chosen, 
^ and an old sergeant placed at their head. 

Thanks, captain,” said Mr. Fogg. 

“ Will you let me go with you ? ” asked Fix. 

“ Do as you please, sir. But if you wish to do me 


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a favour, you will remain with Aouda. In case any- 
thing should happen to me — ’’ 

A sudden pallor overspread the detective's face. 
Separate himself from the man whom he had so per- 
sistently followed step by step ! Leave him to wander 
about in this desert! Fix gazed attentively at Mr. 
Fogg, and, despite his suspicions and of the struggle 
which was going on within him, he lowered his eyes 
before that calm and frank look. 

“ I will stay," said he. 

A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young 
woman’s hand, and, having confided to her his precious 
carpet-bag, went off with the sergeant and his little 
squad. But, before going, he had said to the soldiers. 

My friends, I will divide five thousand dollars among 
you, if we save the prisoners." 

It was then little past noon. 

Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she 
waited alone, thinking of the simple and noble gener- 
osity, the tranquil courage of Phileas Fogg. He had 
sacrificed his fortune, and was now risking his life, 
all without hesitation, from duty, in silence. 

Fix did not have the same thoughts, and could 
scarcely conceal his agitation. He walked feverishly 
up and down the platform, but soon resumed his out- 
ward composure. He now saw the folly of which he 
had been guilty in letting Fogg go alone. What ! 
This man, whom he had just followed around the 


254 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


world, was permitted now to separate himself from 
him ! He began to accuse and abuse himself, and, as 
if he were the director of police, administered to him- 
self a sound lecture for his greenness. 

“ I have been an idiot ! '' he thought, '' and this man 
will see it. He has gone, and won’t come back ! But 
how is it that I, Fix, who have in my pocket a warrant 
for his arrest, have been so fascinated by him ? 
Decidedly, I am nothing but an ass ! ” 

So reasoned the detective, while the hours crept by 
all too slowly. He did not know what to do. Some- 
times he was tempted to tell Aouda all; but he could 
not doubt how the young woman would receive his 
confidences. What course should he take? He 
thought of pursuing Fogg across the vast white plains ; 
it did not seem impossible that he might overtake him. 
Footsteps were easily printed on the snow ! But soon, 
under a new sheet, every imprint would be efifaced. 

Fix became discouraged. He felt a sort of insur- 
mountable longing to abandon the game altogether. 
He could now leave Fort Kearney station, and pursue 
his journey homeward in peace. 

Towards two o’clock in the afternoon, while it was 
snowing hard, long whistles were heard approaching 
from the east. A great shadow, preceded by a wild 
light, slowly advanced, appearing still larger through 
the mist, which gave it a fantastic aspect. No train 
was expected from the east, neither had there been 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 255 


time for the succour asked for by telegraph to arrive ; 
the train from Omaha to San Francisco was not due 
till the next day. The mystery was soon ex- 
plained. 

The locomotive, which was slowly approaching with 
deafening whistles, was that which, having been de- 
tached from the train, had continued its route with 
such terrific rapidity, carrying off the unconscious 
engineer and stoker. It had run several miles, when, 
the fire becoming low for want of fuel, the steam had 
slackened; and it had finally stopped an hour after, 
some twenty miles beyond Fort Kearney. Neither the 
engineer nor the stoker was dead, and, after remaining 
for some time in their swoon, had come to themselves. 
The train had then stopped. The engineer, when he 
found himself in the desert, and the locomotive with- 
out cars, understood what had happened. He could 
not imagine how the locomotive had become separated 
from the train; but he did not doubt that the train 
left behind was in distress. 

He did not hesitate what to do. It would be prudent 
to continue on to Omaha, for it would be dangerous 
to return to the train, while the Indians might still 
be engaged in pillaging. Nevertheless, he began to 
rebuild the fire in the furnace; the pressure again 
mounted, and the locomotive returned, running back- 
wards to Fort Kearney. This it was which was whist- 
ling in the mist. 


256 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


The travellers were glad to see the locomotive re- 
sume its place at the head of the train. They could 
now continue the journey so terribly interrupted. 

Aouda, on seeing the locomotive come up, hurried 
out of the station, and asked the conductor, Are you 
going to start ? ” 

‘‘ At once, madam.” 

“ But the prisoners — our unfortunate fellow-travel- 
lers—” 

I cannot interrupt the trip,” replied the conductor. 
“ We are already three hours behind time.” 

‘‘And when will another train pass here from San 
Francisco? ” 

“ To-morrow evening, madam.” 

“ To-morrow evening ! But then it will be too late ! 
We must wait — ” 

“ It is impossible,” responded the conductor. “ If 
you wish to go, please get in.” 

“ I will not go,” said Aouda. 

Fix had heard this conversation. A little while be- 
fore, when there was no prospect of proceeding on 
the journey, he had made up his mind to leave Fort 
Kearney; but now that the train was there, ready to 
start, and he had only to take his seat in the car, an 
irresistible influence held him back. The station plat- 
form burned his feet, and he could not stir. The con- 
flict in his mind again began ; anger and failure stifled 
him. He wished to struggle on to the end. 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 257 


Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded, 
among them Colonel Proctor, whose injuries were 
serious, had taken their places in the train. The buz- 
zing of the overheated boiler was heard, and the steam 
was escaping from the valves. The engineer whistled, 
the train started, and soon disappeared, mingling its 
white smoke with the eddies of the densely falling 
snow. 

The detective had remained behind. 

Several hours passed. The weather was dismal, and 
it was very cold. Fix sat motionless on a bench in the 
station; he might have been thought asleep. Aouda, 
despite the storm, kept coming out of the waiting- 
room, going to the end of the platform, and peering 
through the tempest of snow, as if to pierce the mist 
which narrowed the horizon around her, and to hear, 
if possible, some welcome sound. She heard and saw 
nothing. Then she would return, chilled through, to 
issue out again after the lapse of a few moments, but 
always in vain. 

Evening came, and the little band had not returned. 
Where could they be? Had they found the Indians, 
and were they having a conflict with them, or were 
they still wandering amid the mist? The commander 
of the fort was anxious, though he tried to conceal 
his apprehensions. As night approached, the snow 
fell less plentifully, but it became intensely cold. Ab- 
solute silence rested on the plains. Neither flight 


258 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


of bird nor passing of beast troubled the perfect 
calm. 

Throughout the night Aouda, full of sad forebod- 
ings, her heart stifled with anguish, wandered about on 
the verge of the plains. Her imagination carried her 
far oflf, and showed her innumerable dangers. What 
she suffered through the long hours it would be im- 
possible to describe. 

Fix remained stationary in the same place, but did 
not sleep. Once a man approached and spoke to him, 
and the detective merely replied by shaking his head. 

Thus the night passed. At dawn, the half- 
extinguished disk of the sun rose above a misty 
horizon; but it was now possible to recognize objects 
two miles off. Phileas Fogg and the squad had gone 
southward ; in the south all was still vacancy. It was 
then seven o’clock. 

The captain, who was really alarmed, did not know 
what course to take. Should he send another detach- 
ment to the rescue of the first? Should he sacrifice 
more men, with so few chances of saving those already 
sacrificed*? His hesitation did not last long, however. 
Calling one of his lieutenants, he was on the point of 
ordering a reconnoissance, when gunshots were heard. 
Was it a signal ? The soldiers rushed out of the fort, 
and half a mile off they perceived ^ little band return- 
ing in good order. 

Mr. Fogg was marching at their head, and just be- 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 259 


hind him were Passepartout and the other two travel- 
lers, rescued from the Sioux. 

They had met and fought the Indians ten miles south 
of Fort Kearney. Shortly before the detachment ar- 
rived, Passepartout and his companions had begun to 
struggle with their captors, three of whom the French- 
man had felled with his fists, when his master and the 
soldiers hastened up to their relief. 

All were welcomed with joyful cries. Phileas Fogg 
distributed the reward he had promised to the soldiers, 
while Passepartout, not without reason, muttered to 
himself, It must certainly be confessed that I cost 
my master dear ! 

Fix, without saying a word, looked at Mr. Fogg, 
and it would have been difficult to analyze the thoughts 
which struggled within him. As for Aouda, she took 
her protector's hand and pressed it in her own, too 
much moved to speak. 

Meanwhile, Passepartout was looking about for the 
train; he thought he should find it there, ready to 
start for Omaha, and he hoped that the time lost might 
be regained. 

“ The train ! the train ! " cried he. 

'^Gone," replied Fix. 

And when does the next train pass here ? " asked 
Phileas Fogg. 

‘‘ Not till this evening." 

Ah ! " returned the impassive gentleman quietly. 


CHAPTER XXXI 


IN WHICH FIX THE DETECTIVE CONSIDERABLY FURTHERS 
THE INTERESTS OF PHILEAS FOGG 

Phileas Fogg found himself twenty hours behind 
time. Passepartout, the involuntary cause of this 
delay, was desperate. He had ruined his master! 

At this moment the detective approached Mr. Fogg, 
arid, looking him intently in the face, said — 

“ Seriously, sir, are you in great haste ? ” 

“Quite seriously.’’ 

“ I have a purpose in asking,” resumed Fix. “ Is 
it absolutely necessary that you should be in New York 
on the nth, before nine o’clock in the evening, the 
time that the steamer leaves for Liverpool ? ” 

“ It is absolutely necessary.” 

“ And, if your journey had not been interrupted by 
these Indians, you would have reached New York 
on the morning of the nth?” 

“ Yes ; with eleven hours to spare before the steamer 
left.” 

“ Good ! you are therefore twenty hours behind. 
Twelve from twenty leaves eight. You must regain 
eight hours. Do you wish to try to do so ? ” 


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 261 


foot?^’ asked Mr. Fogg. 

“ No; on a sledge/’ replied Fix. “ On a sledge with 
sails. A man has proposed such a method to me.” 

It was the man who had spoken to Fix during the 
night, and whose offer he had refused. 

Phileas Fogg did not reply at once; but Fix having 
pointed out the man, who was walking up and down 
in front of the station, Mr. Fogg went up to him. An 
instant after, Mr. Fogg and the American, whose narrie 
was Mudge, entered a hut built just below the 
fort. 

There Mr. Fogg examined a curious vehicle, a kind 
of frame on two long beams, a little raised in front 
like the runners of a sledge, and upon which there was 
room for five or six persons. A high mast was fixed 
on the frame, held firmly by metallic lashings, to which 
was attached a large brigantine sail. This mast held 
an iron stay upon which to hoist a jib-sail. Behind, a 
sort of rudder served to guide the vehicle. It was, in 
short, a sledge rigged like a sloop. During the winter, 
when the trains are blocked up by the snow, these 
sledges make extremely rapid journeys across the 
frozen plains from one station to another. Provided 
with more sail than a cutter, and with the wind behind 
them, they slip over the surface of the prairies with a 
speed equal if not superior to that of the express 
trains. 

Mr. Fogg readily made a bargain with the owner of 


262 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


this land-craft. The wind was favourable, being fresh 
and blowing from the west. The snow had hardened, 
and Mudge was very confident of being able to trans- 
port Mr. Fogg in a few hours to Omaha. Thence the 
trains eastward run frequently to Chicago and New 
York. It was not impossible that the lost time might 
yet be recovered ; and such an opportunity was not to 
be rejected. 

Not wishing to expose Aouda to the discomforts 
of travelling in the open air, Mr. Fogg proposed to 
leave her with Passepartout at Fort Kearney, the 
servant taking upon himself to escort her to Europe 
by a better route and under more favourable conditions. 
But Aouda refused to separate from Mr. Fogg, and 
Passepartout was delighted with her decision; for 
nothing could induce him to leave his master while 
Fix was with him. 

It would be difficult to guess the detective's thoughts. 
Was his conviction shaken by Phileas Fogg’s return, or 
did he still regard him as an exceedingly shrewd rascal, 
who, his journey round the world completed, would 
think himself absolutely safe in England? Perhaps 
Fix’s opinion of Phileas Fogg was somewhat modified ; 
but he was nevertheless resolved to do his duty, and 
to hasten the return of the whole party to England 
as much -as possible. 

At eight o’clock the sledge was ready to start. The 
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selves up closely in their travelling-cloaks. The two 
great sails were hoisted, and under the pressure of the 
wind the sledge slid over the hardened snow with a 
velocity of forty miles an hour. 

The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha, as 
the birds fly, is at most two hundred miles. If the 
wind blew good, the distance might be traversed in five 
hours ; if no accident happened the sledge might reach 
Omaha by one o'clock. 

What a journey! The travellers, huddled close to- 
gether, could not speak for the cold, intensified by the 
rapidity at which they were going. The sledge sped 
on as lightly as a boat over the waves. When the 
breeze came, skimming the earth, the sledge seemed to 
be lifted off the ground by its sails. Mudge, who was 
at the rudder, kept in a straight line, and by a turn 
of his hand checked the lurches which the vehicle had 
a tendency to make. All the sails were up, and the jib 
was so arranged as not to screen the brigantine. A top- 
mast was hoisted, and another jib, held out to the 
wind, added its force to the other sails. Although 
the speed could not be exactly estimated, the sledge 
could not be going at less than forty miles an hour. 

'‘If nothing breaks," said Mudge, “ we shall get 
there I " 

Mr. Fogg had made it for Mudge's interest to reach 
Omaha within the time agreed on, by the offer of a 
handsome reward. 


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The prairie, across which the sledge was moving 
in a straight line, was as flat as a sea. It seemed like 
a vast frozen lake. The railroad which ran through 
this section ascended from the south-west to the north- 
west by Great Island, Columbus, an important Ne- 
braska town, Schuyler, and Fremont, to Omaha. It 
followed throughout the right bank of the Platte River. 
The sledge, shortening this route, took the chord of 
the arc described by the railway. Mudge was not 
afraid of being stopped by the Platte River, because it 
was frozen. The road, then, was quite clear of obsta- 
cles, and Phileas Fogg had but two things to fear, — 
an accident to the sledge, and a change or calm in the 
wind. 

But the breeze, far from lessening its force, blew as 
if to bend the mast, which, however, the metallic lash- 
ings held firmly. These lashings, like the chords of 
a stringed instrument, resounded as if vibrated by a 
violin bow. The sledge slid along in the midst of a 
plaintively intense melody. 

“Those chords give the fifth and the octave,’’ said 
Mr. Fogg. 

These were the only words he uttered during the 
journey. Aouda, cosily packed in furs and cloaks, 
was sheltered as much as possible from the attacks 
of the freezing wind. As for Passepartout, his face 
was red as the sun’s disk when it sets in the mist, and 
he laboriously inhaled the biting air. With his natural 


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buoyancy of spirits, he began to hope again. They 
would reach New York on the evening, if not on the 
morning, of the iith, and there were still some chances 
that it would be before the steamer sailed for Liver- 
pool. 

Passepartout even felt a strong desire to grasp his 
ally. Fix, by the hand. He remembered that it was 
the detective who procured the sledge, the only means 
of reaching Omaha in time; but, checked by some 
presentiment, he kept his usual reserve. One thing, 
however. Passepartout would never forget, and that 
was the sacrifice which Mr. Fogg had made, without 
hesitation, to rescue him from the Sioux. Mr. Fogg 
had risked his fortune and his life. No ! His servant 
would never forget that! 

While each of the party was absorbed in reflections 
so different, the sledge flew fast over the vast carpet 
of snow. The creeks it passed over were not per- 
ceived. Fields and streams disappeared under the 
uniform whiteness. The plain was absolutely deserted. 
Between the Union Pacific road and the branch which 
unites Kearney with Saint Joseph it formed a great 
uninhabited island. Neither village, station, nor fort 
appeared. From time to time they sped by some 
phantom-like tree, whose white skeleton twisted and 
rattled in the wind. Sometimes flocks of wild birds 
rose, or bands of gaunt, famished, ferocious prairie- 
wolves ran howling after the sledge. Passepartout 


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revolver in hand, held himself ready to fire on those 
which came too near. Had an accident then happened 
to the sledge, the travellers, attacked by these beasts, 
would have been in, the most terrible danger; but it 
held on its even course, soon gained on the wolves, 
and ere long left the howling band at a safe distance 
behind. 

About noon Mudge perceived by certain landmarks 
that he was crossing the Platte River. He said noth- 
ing, but he felt certain that he was now within twenty 
miles of Omaha. In less than an hour he left the 
rudder and furled his sails, whilst the sledge, carried 
forward by the great impetus the wind had given 
it, went on half a mile further with its sails un- 
spread. 

It stopped at last, and Mudge, pointing to a mass 
of roofs white with snow, said, We have got 
there!’’ 

Arrived! Arrived at the station which is in daily 
communication, by numerous trains, with the Atlantic 
seaboard ! 

Passepartout and Fix jumped off, stretched their 
stiffened limbs, and aided Mr. Fogg and the young 
woman to descend from the sledge. Phileas Fogg 
generously rewarded Mudge, whose hand Passepar- 
tout warmly grasped, and the party directed their steps 
to the Omaha railway station. 

The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at 


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this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected 
with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock Island Rail- 
road, which runs directly east, and passes fifty 
stations. 

A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his 
party reached the station, and they only had time to 
get into the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; 
but Passepartout confessed to himself that this was 
not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to see 
the sights. 

The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, 
by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. Dur- 
ing the night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, 
and by Rock Island entered Illinois. The next day, 
which was the loth, at four in the evening, it reached 
Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more proudly 
seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake 
Michigan. 

Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New 
York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. 
Fogg passed at once from one to the other, and the 
locomotive of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne, and Chicago 
Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended 
that that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed 
Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a 
flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some 
of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no 
houses. At last the Hudson came into view ; and at a 


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quarter-past eleven in the evening of the nth, the 
train stopped in the station on the right bank of the 
river, before the very pier of the Cunard line. 

The “ China,” for Liverpool, had started three 
quarters of an hour before! 


CHAPTER XXXII 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ENGAGES IN A DIRECT 
STRUGGLE WITH BAD FORTUNE 

The ‘‘ China/^ in leaving, seemed to have carried off 
Phileas Fogg’s last hope. None of the other steamers 
were able to serve his projects. The '' Pereire,” of 
the French Transatlantic Company, whose admirable 
steamers are equal to any in speed and comfort, did not 
leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go 
directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and 
the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would 
render Phileas Fogg’s last efforts of no avail. The 
Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and 
could not cross the Atlantic in time to save the 
wager. 

Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his “ Brad- 
shaw,” which gave him the daily movements of the 
transatlantic steamers. 

Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to 
lose the boat by three quarters of an hour. It was his 
fault, for, instead of helping his master, he had not 
ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he 
recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted 


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up the sums expended in pure loss and on his own 
account, when he thought that the immense stake, 
added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, 
would completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed him- 
self with bitter self-accusation. Mr. Fogg, however, 
did not reproach him ; and, on leaving the Cunard pier, 
only said, “We will consult about what is best to- 
morrow. Come.” 

The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City 
ferry-boat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas 
Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the 
night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept pro- 
foundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose 
agitation did not permit them to rest. 

The next day was the 12th of December. From 
seven in the morning of the 12th, to a quarter before 
nine in the evening of the 21st, there were nine days, 
thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas 
Fogg had left in the “ China,” one of the fastest 
steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liver- 
pool, and then London within the period agreed upon. 

Mr. Fogg left the hotel alone, after giving Passe- 
partout instructions to await his return, and inform 
Aouda to be ready at an instant’s notice. He pro- 
ceeded to the banks of the Hudson, and looked about 
among the vessels moored or anchored in the river, for 
any that were about to depart. Several had departure 
signals, and were preparing to put to sea at morning 


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tide; for in this immense and admirable port, there is 
not one day in a hundred that vessels do not set out for 
every quarter of the globe. But they were mostly 
sailing vessels, of which, of course, Phileas Fogg 
could make no use. 

He seemed about to give up all hope, when he espied, 
anchored at the Battery, a cable’s length off at most, 
a trading vessel, with a screw, well-shaped, whose 
funnel, puffing a cloud of smoke, indicated that she 
was getting ready for departure. 

Phileas Fogg hailed a boat, got into it, and soon 
found himself on board the “ Henrietta,” iron-hulled, 
wood-built above. He ascended to the deck, and asked 
for the captain, who forthwith presented himself. He 
was a man of fifty, a sort of sea-wolf, with big eyes, 
a complexion of oxidized copper, red hair and thick 
neck, and a growling voice. 

“ The captain? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“ I am the captain.” 

** I am Phileas Fogg, of London.” 

“And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff.” 

“You are going to put to sea?” 

“ In an hour.” 

“You are bound for — ” 

“ Bordeaux.” 

“And your cargo?” 

“No freight. Going in ballast.” 

“ Have you any passengers ? ” 


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“No passengers. Never have passengers. Too 
much in the way.” 

“ Is your vessel a swift one ? ” 

“ Between eleven and twelve knots. The ‘ Henri- 
etta/ well known.” 

“Will you carry me and three other persons to 
Liverpool ? ” 

“ To Liverpool ? Why not to China ? ” 

“ I said Liverpool.” 

“ No!” 

“ No?” 

“No. I am setting out for Bordeaux, and shall go 
to Bordeaux.” 

“Money is no object?” 

“ None.” 

The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of 
a reply. 

“ But the owners of the ‘ Henrietta ’ — ” resumed 
Phileas Fogg. 

“ The owners are myself,” replied the captain. 
“ The vessel belongs to me.” 

“ I will freight it for you.” 

“ No.” 

“ I will buy it of you.” 

“ No.” 

Phileas Fogg did not betray the least disappoint- 
ment ; but the situation was a grave one. It was not at 
New York as at Hong Kong, nor with the captain 


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of the “ Henrietta as with the captain of the Tank- 
adere/^ Up to this time money had smoothed away 
every obstacle. Now money failed. 

Still, some means must be found to cross the At- 
lantic on a boat, unless by balloon, — which would 
have been venturesome, besides not being capable of 
being put in practice. It seemed that Phileas Fogg 
had an idea, for he said to the captain, Well, will 
you carry me to Bordeaux ? ” 

“ No, not if you paid me twO hundred dollars.” 

I offer you two thousand.” 

“Apiece? ” 

“ Apiece.” 

“And there are four of you?” 

“ Four.” 

Captain Speedy began to scratch his head. There 
were eight thousand dollars to gain, without changing 
his route ; for which it was well worth conquering the 
repugnance he had for all kinds of passengers. Be- 
sides, passengers at two thousand dollars are no longer 
passengers, but valuable merchandise. “ I start at 
nine o’clock,” said Captain Speedy, simply. “ Are 
you and your party ready ? ” 

“We will be on board at nine o’clock,” replied, 
no less simply, Mr. Fogg. 

It was half-past eight. To disembark from the 
“ Henrietta,” jump into a hack, hurry to the St. 
Nicholas, and return with Aouda, Passepartout, and 


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even the inseparable Fix, was the work of a brief time, 
and was performed by Mr. Fogg with the coolness 
which never abandoned him. They were on board 
when the “ Henrietta ” made ready to weigh anchor. 

When Passepartout heard what this last voyage was 
going to cost, he uttered a prolonged “ Oh ! which 
extended throughout his vocal gamut. 

As for Fix, he said to himself that the Bank of 
England would certainly not come out of this affair 
well indemnified. When they reached England, even 
if Mr. Fogg did not throw some handfuls of bank- 
bills into the sea, more than seven thousand pounds 
would have been spent. 


CHAPTER XXXIII 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SHOWS HIMSELF EQUAL TO 
THE OCCASION 

An hour after the “ Henrietta ” passed the lighthouse 
which marks the entrance of the Hudson, turned the 
point of Sandy Hook, and put to sea. During the day 
she skirted Long Island, passed Fire Island, and 
directed her course rapidly eastward. 

At noon the next day, a man mounted the bridge to 
ascertain the vessel’s position. It might be thought 
that this was Captain Speedy. Not the least in the 
world. It was Phileas Fogg, Esquire. As for Cap- 
tain Speedy, he was shut up in his cabin under lock 
and key, and was uttering loud cries, which signified 
an anger at once pardonable and excessive. 

What had happened was very simple. Phileas Fogg 
wished to go to Liverpool, but the captain would not 
carry him there. Then Phileas Fogg had taken pas- 
sage for Bordeaux, and, during the thirty hours he had 
been on board, had so shrewdly managed with his 
bank-notes that the sailors and stokers, who were only 
an occasional crew, and were not on the best terms 
with the captain, went over to him in a body. This 


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was why Phileas Fogg was in command instead of 
Captain Speedy; why the captain was a prisoner in 
his cabin ; and why, in short, the “ Henrietta was 
directing her course towards Liverpool. It was very 
clear, to see Mr. Fogg manage the craft, that he had 
been a sailor. 

How the adventure ended will be seen anon. Aouda 
was anxious, though she said nothing. As for Passe- 
partout, he thought Mr. Fogg’s manoeuvre simply 
glorious. The captain had said ‘'between eleven and 
twelve knots,” and the “ Henrietta ” confirmed his 
prediction. 

If, then— for there were “ ifs ” still — ^the sea did not 
become boisterous, if the wind did not veer round 
to the east, if no accident happened to the boat or its 
machinery, the “ Henrietta ” might cross the three 
thousand miles from New York to Liverpool in the 
nine days, between the 12th and the 21st of December. 
It is true that, once arrived, the affair on board the 
“ Henrietta,” added to that of the Bank of England, 
might create more difficulties for Mr. Fogg than he 
imagined or could desire. 

During the first days, they went along smoothly 
enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind 
seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were 
hoisted, and the “ Henrietta ” ploughed across the 
waves like a real transatlantic steamer. 

Passepartout was delighted. His master’s last ex- 


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ploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted 
him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous 
a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sail- 
ors, and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He 
thought they managed the vessel like gentlemen, and 
that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious 
good-humour infected every one. He had forgotten 
the past, its vexations and delays. He only thought of 
the end, so nearly accomplished; and sometimes he 
boiled over with impatience, as if heated by the fur- 
naces of the “ Henrietta.” Often, also, the worthy 
fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a 
keen, distrustful eye ; but he did not speak to him, for 
their old intimacy no longer existed. 

Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of 
what was going on. The conquest of the Henri- 
etta,” the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the boat 
like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He 
did not know what to think. For, after all, a man who 
began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end 
by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally 
inclined to conclude that the Henrietta,” under 
Fogg’s command, was not going to Liverpool at all, 
but to some part of the world where the robber, turned 
into a pirate, would quietly put himself in safety. 
The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the 
detective began to seriously regret that he had em- 
barked in the affair. 


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As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and 
growl in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it 
was to carry him his meals, courageous as he was, 
took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not 
seem even to know that there was a captain on 
board. 

On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of 
Newfoundland, a dangerous locality; during the win- 
ter, especially, there are frequent fogs and heavy 
gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the 
barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an ap- 
proaching change in the atmosphere; and during the 
night the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, 
and the wind veered to the south-east. 

This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to 
deviate from his course, furled his sails and increased 
the force of the steam; but the vessel’s speed slack- 
ened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves of 
which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, 
and this retarded her progress. The breeze little by 
little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared 
that the Henrietta ” might not be able to maintain 
herself upright on the waves. 

Passepartout’s visage darkened with the skies, and 
for two days the poor fellow experienced constant 
fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold mariner, and 
knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and 
he kept on his course, without even decreasing his 


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steam. The “ Henrietta,” when she could not rise 
upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, 
but passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of 
the water, beating its protruding end, when a moun- 
tain of water raised the stern above the waves ; but 
the craft always kept straight ahead. 

The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as 
might have been feared; it was not one of those 
tempests which burst, and rush on with a speed of 
ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhap- 
pily, it remained obstinately in the south-east, ren- 
dering the sails useless. 

The i6th of December was the seventy-fifth day 
since Phileas Fogg’s departure from London, and the 

Henrietta ” had not yet been seriously delayed. Half 
of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst 
localities had been passed. In summer, success would 
have been well-nigh certain. In winter, they were 
at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said 
nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and com- 
forted himself with the reflection that, if the wind 
failed them, they might still count on the steam. 

On this day the engineer came on deck, went up 
to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with 
him. 

Without knowing why — it was presentiment, perhaps 
— Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would 
have given one of his ears to hear with the other 


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what the engineer was saying. He finally managed to 
catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master 
say, “ You are certain of what you tell me? ” 

'' Certain, sir,” replied the engineer. “ You must 
remember that, since we started, we have kept up 
hot fires in all our furnaces, and though we had coal 
enough to go on short steam from New York to 
Bordeaux, we haven’t enough to go with all steam 
from New York to Liverpool.” 

“ I will consider,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

Passepartout understood it all; he was seized with 
mortal anxiety. The coal was giving out ! Ah, if 
my master can get over that,” muttered he, he’ll 
be a famous man ! ” He could not help imparting 
to Fix what he had overheard. 

Then you believe that we really are going to 
Liverpool ? ” 

‘‘ Of course.” 

Ass ! ” replied the detective, shrugging his shoul- 
ders and turning on his heel. 

Passepartout was on the point of vigorously resent- 
ing the epithet, the reason of which he could not for 
the life of him comprehend; but he reflected that the 
unfortunate Fix was probably very much disappointed 
and humiliated in his self-esteem, after having so 
awkwardly followed a false scent around the world, 
and refrained. 

And now what course would Phileas Fogg adopt? 


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It was difficult to imagine. Nevertheless he seemed 
to have decided upon one, for that evening he sent 
for the engineer, and said to him, Feed all the fires 
until the coal is exhausted.” 

A few moments after, the funnel of the “ Henri- 
etta ” vomited forth torrents of smoke. The vessel 
continued to proceed with all steam on; but on the 
1 8th, the engineer, as he had predicted, announced 
that the coal would give out in the course of the day. 

“ Do not let the fires go down,” replied Mr. Fogg. 
“ Keep them up to the last. Let the valves be filled.” 

Towards noon Phileas Fogg, having ascertained 
their position, called Passepartout, and ordered him 
to go for Captain Speedy. It was as if the honest 
fellow had been commanded to unchain a tiger. He 
went to the poop, saying to himself, “ He will be like 
a madman ! ” 

In a few moments, with cries and oaths, a bomb 
appeared on the poop-deck. The bomb was Captain 
Speedy. It was clear that he was on the point of 
bursting. ''Where are we?” were the first words 
his anger permitted him to utter. Had the poor man 
been apoplectic, he could never have recovered from 
his paroxysm of wrath. 

" Where are we?” he repeated, with purple face. 

"Seven hundred and seventy miles from Liver- 
pool,” replied Mr. Fogg, with imperturbable calmness. 

" Pirate ! ” cried Captain Speedy. 


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“ I have sent for you, sir — '' 

“ Pickaroon ! 

“Sir,” continued Mr. Fogg, “ to ask you to sell me 
your vessel.” 

“ No ! By all the devils, no ! ” 

“ But I shall be obliged to burn her.” 

“ Burn the ‘ Henrietta ’ ! ” 

“ Yes ; at least the upper part of her. The coal has 
given out.” 

“ Burn my vessel ! ” cried Captain Speedy, who 
could scarcely pronounce the words. “ A vessel worth 
fifty thousand dollars ! ” 

“ Here are sixty thousand,” replied Phileas Fogg, 
handing the captain a roll of bank bills. This had a 
prodigious effect on Andrew Speedy. An American 
can scarcely remain unmoved at the sight of sixty 
thousand dollars. The captain forgot in an instant 
his anger, his imprisonment, and all his grudges 
against his passenger. The “ Henrietta ” was twenty 
years old; it was a great bargain. The bomb would 
not go off after all. Mr. Fogg had taken away the 
match. 

“ And I shall still have the iron hull,” said the 
captain in a softer tone. 

“ The iron hull and the engine. Is it agreed ? ” 

“ Agreed.” 

And Andrew Speedy, seizing the bank-notes, 
counted them, and consigned them to his pocket. 


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During this colloquy, Passepartout was as white as 
a sheet, and Fix seemed on the point of having an 
apoplectic fit. Nearly twenty thousand pounds had 
been expended, and Fogg left the hull and engine 
to the captain, that is, near the whole value of the 
craft! It was true, however, that fifty-five thousand 
pounds had been stolen from the bank. 

When Andrew Speedy had pocketed the money, 
Mr. Fogg said to him, “ Don’t let this astonish you, 
sir. You must know that I shall lose twenty thousand 
pounds, unless I arrive in London by a quarter before 
nine on the evening of the 21st of December. I missed 
the steamer at New York, and as you refused to take 
me to Liverpool — ” 

And I did well ! ” cried Andrew Speedy ; for I 
have gained at least forty thousand dollars by it I ” 
He added, more sedately, '' Do you know one thing. 
Captain — ” 

" Fogg.” 

** Captain Fogg, you’ve got something of the Yankee 
about you.” 

And, having paid his passenger what he considered 
a high compliment, he was going away, when Mr. 
Fogg said, “ The vessel now belongs to me ? ” 

'‘Certainly, from the keel to the truck of the 
masts, — all the wood, that is.” 

“ Very well. Have the interior seats, bunks and 
frames pulled down, and burn them.” 


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It was neccessary to have dry wood to keep the 
steam up to the adequate pressure, and on that day 
the poop, cabins, bunks, and the spare deck were 
sacrificed. On the next day, the 19th of December, 
the masts, rafts, and spars were burned; the crew 
worked lustily, keeping up the fires. Passepartout 
hewed, cut and sawed away with all his might. There 
was a perfect rage for demolition. 

The railings, fittings, the greater part of the deck, 
and top sides disappeared on the 20th, and the “ Hen- 
rietta ” was now only a flat hulk. But on that day 
they sighted the Irish coast and Fastnet Light. By 
ten in the evening they were passing Queenstown. 
Phileas Fogg had only twenty-four hours more in 
which to get to London; that length of time was 
necessary to reach Liverpool, with all steam on. And 
the steam was about to give out altogether! 

Sir” said Captain Speedy, who was now deeply 
interested in Mr. Fogg's project, “ I really commiser- 
ate you. Everything is against you. We are only 
opposite Queenstown." 

‘‘ Ah," said Mr. Fogg, “ is that place where we see 
the lights Queenstown?" 

“ Yes." 

“ Can we enter the harbour ? " 

“ Not under three hours. Only at high tide." 

“ Stay," replied Mr. Fogg calmly, without betray- 
ing in his features that by a supreme inspiration he 


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was about to attempt once more to conquer ill- 
fortune. 

Queenstown is the Irish port at which the trans- 
atlantic steamers stop to put off the mails. These 
mails are carried to Dublin by express trains always 
held in readiness to start; from Dublin they are sent 
on to Liverpool by the most rapid boats, and thus 
gain twelve hours on the Atlantic steamers. 

Phileas Fogg counted on gaining twelve hours in 
the same way. Instead of arriving at Liverpool the 
next evening by the “ Henrietta,” he would be there 
by noon, and would therefore have time to reach Lon- 
don before a quarter before nine in the evening. 

The “ Henrietta ” entered Queenstown harbour at 
one o'clock in the morning, it then being high tide; 
and Phileas Fogg, after being grasped heartily by the 
hand by Captain Speedy, left that gentleman on the 
leveled hulk of his craft, which was still worth half 
what he had sold it for. 

The party went on shore at once. Fix was greatly 
tempted to arrest Mr. Fogg on the spot; but he did 
not. Why? What struggle was going on within 
him ? Had he changed his mind about his man ? ” 
Did he understand that he had made a grave mistake? 
He did not, however, abandon Mr. Fogg. They all 
got upon the train, which was just ready to start, at 
half-past one; at dawn of day they were in Dublin; 
and they lost no time in embarking on a steamer 


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which, disdaining to rise upon the waves, invariably 
cut through them. 

Phileas Fogg at last disembarked on the Liverpool 
quay, at twenty minutes before twelve, December 21st. 
He was only six hours distant from London. 

But at this moment Fix came up, put his hand upon 
Mr. Fogg’s shoulder, and, showing his warrant, said, 
“You are really Phileas Fogg?” 

“ I am.” 

“ I arrest you in the Queen’s name ! ” 


CHAPTER XXXIV 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AT LAST REACHES LONDON 

Phileas Fogg was in prison. He had been shut up in 
the Custom House, and he was to be transferred to 
London the next day. 

Passepartout, when he saw his master arrested, 
would have fallen upon Fix, had he not been held back 
by some policemen. Aouda was thunderstruck at 
the suddenness of an event which she could not under- 
stand. Passepartout explained to her how it was that 
the honest and courageous Fogg was arrested as a 
robber. The young woman’s heart revolted against 
so heinous a charge, and when she saw that she could 
attempt or do nothing to save her protector, wept 
bitterly. 

As for Fix, he had arrested Mr. Fogg because it 
was his duty, whether Mr. Fogg were guilty or not. 

The thought then struck Passepartout, that he was 
the cause of this new misfortune! Had he not con- 
cealed Fix’s errand from his master? When Fix re- 
vealed his true character and purpose, why had he not 
told Mr. Fogg? If the latter had been warned, he 
would no doubt have given Fix proof of his innocence, 


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and satisfied him of his mistake; at least, Fix would 
not have continued his journey at the expense and on 
the heels of his master, only to arrest him the moment 
he set foot on English soil. Passepartout wept till he 
was blind, and felt like blowing his brains out. 

Aouda and he had remained, despite the cold, under 
the portico of the Custom House. Neither wished 
to leave the place; both were anxious to see Mr. Fogg 
again. 

That gentleman was really ruined, and that at the 
moment when be was about to attain his end. This 
arrest was fatal. Having arrived at Liverpool at 
twenty minutes before twelve on the 2ist of Decerhber, 
he had till a quarter before nine that evening to reach 
the Reform Club, that is, nine hours and a quarter; 
the journey from Liverpool to London was six hours. 

If any one, at this moment, had entered the Custom 
House, he would have found Mr. Fogg seated, motion- 
less, calm, and without apparent anger, upon a wooden 
bench. He was not, it is true, resigned; but this last 
blow failed to force him into an outward betrayal of 
any emotion. Was he being devoured by one of those 
secret rages, all the more terrible because contained, 
and which only burst forth, with an irresistible force, 
at the last moment? No one could tell. There he 
sat, calmly waiting — for what? Did he still cherish 
hope? Did he still believe, now that the door of this 
prison was closed upon him, that he would succeed ? 


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However that may have been, Mr. Fogg carefully 
put his watch upon the table, and observed its ad- 
vancing hands. Not a word escaped his lips, but his 
look was singularly set and stern. The situation, in 
any event, was a terrible one, and might be thus 
stated: If Phileas Fogg was honest, he was ruined. 
If he was a knave, he was caught. 

Did escape occur to him ? Did he examine to 
see if there were any practicable outlets from his 
prison ? 

Did he think of escaping from it ? Possibly ; for once 
he walked slowly around the room. But the door was 
locked, and the window heavily barred with iron rods. 
He sat down again, and drew his journal from his 
pocket. On the line where these words were written, 
“ December 21st, Saturday, Liverpool,” he added, 
“ 80th day, 1 1 : 40 A. m.,” and waited. 

The Custom House clock struck one. Mr. Fogg 
observed that his watch was two hours too fast. 

Two hours ! Admitting that he was at this moment 
taking an express train, he could reach London and 
the Reform Club by a quarter before nine, p. m. His 
forehead slightly wrinkled. 

At thirty-three minutes past two he heard a singular 
noise outside, then a hasty opening of doors. Passe- 
partout’s voice was audible, and immediately after 
that of Fix. Phileas Fogg’s eyes brightened for an 
instant. 


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The door swung open, and he saw Passepartout, 
Aouda, and Fix, who hurried towards him. 

Fix was out of breath, and his hair was in disorder. 
He could not speak. Sir,” he stammered, “ sir — for- 
give me — a most — unfortunate resemblance — robber 
arrested three days ago — ^you — are free ! ” 

Phileas Fogg was free! He walked to the detec- 
tive, looked him steadily in the face, and with the only 
rapid motion he had ever made in his life, or which he 
ever would make, drew back his arms, and with the 
precision of a machine, knocked Fix down. 

“ Well hit ! ” cried Passepartout. Parbleu ! that’s 
what you might call a good application of English 
fists ! ” 

Fix, who found himself on the floor, did not utter 
a word. He had only received his deserts. Mr. Fogg, 
Aouda, and Passepartout left the Custom House with- 
out delay, got into a cab, and in a few moments de- 
scended at the station. 

Phileas Fogg asked if there was an express train 
about to leave for London. It was forty minutes 
past two. The express train had left thirty-five 
minutes before. 

Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train. 

There were several rapid locomotives on hand; but 
the railway arrangements did not permit the special 
train to leave until three o’clock. 

At that hour Phileas Fogg, having stimulated the 


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engineer by the offer of a generous reward, at last set 
out towards London with Aouda and his faithful 
servant. 

It was necessary to make the journey in five hours 
and a half; and this would have been easy on a clear 
road throughout. But there were forced delays, and 
when Mr. Fogg stepped from the train at the terminus, 
all the clocks in London were striking ten minutes 
before nine.^ 

Having made the tour of the world, he was behind- 
hand five minutes. He had lost the wager ! 

^A somewhat remarkable eccentricity on the part of the 
London clocks I — Translator. 


CHAPTER XXXV 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DOES NOT HAVE TO REPEAT 
HIS ORDERS TO PASSEPARTOUT TWICE 

The dwellers in Saville Row would have been sur- 
prised, the next day, if they had been told that Phileas 
Fogg had returned home. His doors and windows 
were still closed ; no appearance of change was 
visible. 

After leaving the station, Mr. Fogg gave Passe- 
partout instructions to purchase some provisions, and 
quietly went to his domicile. 

He bore his misfortune with his habitual tranquil- 
lity. Ruined! And by the blundering of the detec- 
tive ! After having steadily traversed that long 
journey, overcome a hundred obstacles, braved many 
dangers, and still found time to do some good on his 
way, to fail near the goal by a sudden event which he 
could not have foreseen, and against which he was 
unarmed ; it was terrible ! But a few pounds were left 
of the large sum he had carried with him. There 
only remained of his fortune the twenty thousand 
pounds deposited at Baring's, and this amount he 
owed to his friends of the Reform Club. So great 


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had been the expense of his tour that, even had he won, 
it would not have enriched him; and it is probable 
that he had not sought to enrich himself, being a man 
who rather laid wagers for honour’s sake than for the 
stake proposed. But this wager totally ruined him. 

Mr. Fogg’s course, however, was fully decided upon ; 
he knew what remained for him to do. 

A room in the house in Saville Row was set apart 
for Aouda, who was overwhelmed with grief at her 
protector’s misfortune. From the words which Mr. 
Fogg dropped, she saw that he was meditating some 
serious project. 

Knowing that Englishmen governed by a fixed idea 
sometimes resort to the desperate expedient of suicide, 
Passepartout kept a narrow watch upon his master, 
though he carefully concealed the appearance of so 
doing. 

First of all, the worthy fellow had gone up to his 
room, and had extinguished the gas-burner, which had 
been burning for eighty days. He had found in the 
letter-box a bill from the gas company, and he thought 
it more than time to put a stop to this expense, which 
he had been doomed to bear. 

The night passed. Mr. Fogg went to bed, but did he 
sleep? Aouda did not once close her eyes. Passepar- 
tout watched all night, like a faithful dog, at his mas- 
ter’s door. 

Mr. Fogg called him in the morning, and told him 


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to get Aouda’s breakfast, and a cup of tea and a chop 
for himself. He desired Aouda to excuse him from 
breakfast and dinner, as his time would be absorbed 
all day in putting his affairs to rights. In the evening 
he would ask permission to have a few moments’ con- 
versation with the young lady. 

Passepartout, having received his orders, had noth- 
ing to do but obey them. He looked at his imper- 
turbable master, and could scarcely bring his mind to 
leave him. His heart was full, and his conscience tor- 
tured by remorse ; for he accused himself more bitterly 
than ever of being the cause of the irretrievable dis- 
aster. Yes! if he had warned Mr. Fogg, and had 
betrayed Fix’s projects to him, his master would cer- 
tainly not have given the detective passage to Liverpool, 
and then — 

Passepartout could hold in no longer. 

My master I Mr. Fogg ! ” he cried, why do you 
not curse me? It was my fault that — ” 

‘‘ I blame no one,” returned Phileas Fogg, with per- 
fect calmness. Go ! ” 

Passepartout left the room, and went to find Aouda, 
to whom he delivered his master’s message. 

** Madam,” he added, “ I can do nothing myself-^ 
nothing! I have no influence over my master; but 
you, perhaps — ” 

“ What influence could I have ? ” replied Aouda. 

Mi'f Fogg i§ influenced by no one. Has he ever 


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understood that my gratitude to him is overflowing? 
Has he ever read my heart? My friend, he must not 
be left alone an instant! You say he is going to speak 
with me this evening ? ” 

“ Yes, madam ; probably to arrange for your pro- 
tection and comfort in England.” 

We shall see,” replied Aouda, becoming suddenly 
pensive. 

Throughout this day (Sunday) the house in Saville 
Row was as if uninhabited, and Phileas Fogg, for the 
first time since he had lived in that house, did not set 
out for his club when Westminster clock struck half- 
past eleven. 

Why should he present himself at the Reform ? His 
friends no longer expected him there. As Phileas 
Fogg had not appeared in the saloon on the evening 
before (Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter 
before nine), he had lost his wager. It was not even 
necessary that he should go to his bankers for the 
twenty thousand pounds; for his antagonists already 
had his check in their hands, and they had only to fill 
it out and send it to the Barings to have the amount 
transferred to their credit. 

Mr. Fogg, therefore, had no reason for going out, 
and so he remained at home. He shut himself up in 
his room, and busied himself putting his affairs in 
order. Passepartout continually ascended and de- 
scended the stairs. The hours were long for him. He 


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listened at his master’s door, and looked through the 
keyhole, as if he had a perfect right so to do, and as 
if he feared that something terrible might happen 
at any moment. Sometimes he thought of Fix, but 
no longer in anger. Fix, like all the world, had been 
mistaken in Phileas Fogg, and had only done his duty 
in tracking and arresting him; while he. Passepar- 
tout — This thought haunted him, and he never ceased 
cursing his miserable folly. 

Finding himself too wretched to remain alone, he 
knocked at Aouda’s door, went into her room, seated 
himself, without speaking, in a corner, and looked 
ruefully at the young woman. Aouda was still 
pensive. 

About half-past seven in the evening Mr. Fogg sent 
to know if Aouda would receive him, and in a few 
moments he found himself alone with her. 

Phileas Fogg took a chair, and sat down near the 
fireplace, opposite Aouda. No emotion was visible on 
his face. Fogg returned was exactly the Fogg who 
had gone away; there was the same calm, the same 
impassibility. 

He sat several minutes without speaking; then, 
bending his eyes on Aouda, ‘‘ Madam,” said he, “ will 
you pardon me for bringing you to England ? ” 

“ I, Mr. Fogg ! ” replied Aouda, checking the pulsa- 
tions of her heart. 

Please let me finish,” returned Mr. Fogg. When 


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I decided to bring you far away from the country 
which was so unsafe for you, I was rich, and counted 
on putting a portion of my fortune at your disposal; 
then your existence would have been free and happy. 
But now I am ruined.’’ 

“ I know it, Mr. Fogg,” replied Aouda; ** and I ask 
you in my turn, will you forgive me for having fol- 
lowed you, and — who knows? — for having, perhaps, 
delayed you, and thus contributed to your ruin ? ” 

“ Madam, you could not remain in India, and your 
safety could only be assured by bringing you to 
such a distance that your persecutors could not take 
you.” 

So, Mr. Fogg,” resumed Aouda, “ not content 
with rescuing me from a terrible death, you thought 
yourself bound to secure my comfort in a foreign 
land?” 

‘‘ Yes, madam ; but circumstances have been against 
me. Still, I beg to place the little I have left at your 
service.” 

But what will become of you, Mr. Fogg? ” 

As for me, madam,” replied the gentleman, coldly, 
I have need of nothing.” 

But how do you look upon the fate, sir, which 
awaits you ? ” 

“ As I am in the habit of doing.” 

At least,” said Aouda, “ want should not overtake 
a man like you. Your friends — ” 


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“ I have no friends, madam.” 

“ Your relatives — ” 

“ I have no longer any relatives.” 

‘‘ I pity you, then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad 
thing, with no heart to which to confide your griefs. 
They say, though, that misery itself, shared by two 
sympathetic souls may be borne with patience.” 

“ They say so, madam.” 

“ Mr. Fogg,” said Aouda, rising, and seizing his 
hand, “ do you wish at once a kinswoman and friend? 
Will you have me for your wife ? ” 

Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There was an 
unwonted light in his eyes, and a slight trembling of 
his lips. Aouda looked into his face. The sincerity, 
rectitude, firmness, and sweetness of this soft glance 
of a noble woman, who could dare all to save him to 
whom she owed all, at first astonished, then penetrated 
him. He shut his eyes for an instant, as if to avoid her 
look. When he opened them again, I love you ! ” he 
said, simply. ‘‘ Yes, by all that is holiest, I love you, 
and I am entirely yours ! ” 

“ Ah ! ” cried Aouda, pressing his hand to her 
heart. 

Passepartout was summoned and appeared immedi- 
ately. Mr. Fogg still held Aouda’s hand in his own; 
Passepartout understood, and his big, round face be- 
came as radiant as the tropical sun at its zenith. 

Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify 


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the Reverend Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone Parish, 
that evening. 

Passepartout smiled his most genial smile, and said. 
Never too late.” 

It was five minutes past eight. 

Will it be for to-morrow, Monday ? ” 

“ For to-morrow, Monday,” said Mr. Fogg, turning 
to Aouda. 

Yes ; for to-morrow, Monday,” she replied. 
Passepartout hurried off as fast as his legs could 
carry him. 


CHAPTER XXXVI 


IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG's NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A 
PREMIUM ON "change 

It is time to relate what a change took place in English 
public opinion, when it transpired that the real bank- 
robber, a certain James Strand, had been arrested, on 
the 17th of December, at Edinburgh. Three days be- 
fore, Phileas Fogg had been a criminal, who was being 
desperately followed up by the police; now he was 
an honourable gentleman, mathematically pursuing his 
eccentric journey round the world. 

The papers resumed their discussion about the 
wager ; all those who had laid bets, for or against him, 
revived their interest, as if by magic ; the “ Phileas 
Fogg bonds "" again became negotiable, and many new 
wagers were made. Phileas Fogg’s name was once 
more at a premium on ’Change. 

His five friends of the Reform Club passed these 
three days in a state of feverish suspense. Would 
Phileas Fogg, whom they had forgotten, reappear be- 
fore their eyes? Where was he at this moment? The 
17th of December, the day of James Strand’s arrest, 


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was the seventy-sixth since Phileas Fogg's departure, 
and no news of him had been received. Was he dead? 
Had he abandoned the effort, or was he continuing 
his journey along the route agreed upon? And would 
he appear on Saturday, the 21st of December, at a 
quarter before nine in the evening, on the threshold 
of the Reform Club saloon? 

The anxiety in which, for three days, London so- 
ciety existed, cannot be described. Telegrams were 
sent to America and Asia for news of Phileas Fogg. 
Messengers were despatched to the house in Saville 
Row morning and evening. No news. The police 
were ignorant what had become of the detective. Fix, 
who had so unfortunately followed up a false 
scent. 

Bets increased, nevertheless, in number and value. 
Phileas Fogg, like a racehorse, was drawing near his 
last turning-point. The bonds were quoted, no longer 
at a hundred below par, but at twenty, at ten, and at 
five; and paralytic old Lord Albermarle bet even in 
his favour. 

A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the 
neighbouring streets on Saturday evening; it seemed 
like a multitude of brokers permanently established 
around the Reform Club. Circulation was impeded, 
and everywhere disputes, discussions, and financial 
transactions were going on. The police had great 
difficulty in keeping back the crowd, and as the hour 


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when Phileas Fogg was due approached, the excite- 
ment rose to its highest pitch. 

The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the 
great saloon of the club. John Sullivan and Samuel 
Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer, 
Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, 
and Thomas Flanagan, the brewer, one and all waited 
anxiously. 

When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight, 
Andrew Stuart got up, saying, “ Gentlemen, in twenty 
minutes the time agreed upon between Mr. Fogg and 
ourselves will have expired.’’ 

What time did the last train arrive from Liver- 
pool ? ” asked Thomas Flanagan. 

‘‘ At twenty-three minutes past seven,” replied 
Gauthier Ralph ; “ and the next does not arrive till 
ten minutes after twelve.” 

“ Well, gentlemen,” resumed Andrew Stuart, “ if 
Phileas Fogg had come in the 7.23 train, he would 
have got here by this time. We can therefore regard 
the bet as won.” 

‘‘ Wait ; don’t let us be too hasty,” replied Samuel 
Fallentin. “ You know that Mr. Fogg is very eccen- 
tric. His punctuality is well known ; he never arrives 
too soon or too late ; and I should not be surprised if 
he appeared before us at the last minute.” 

“ Why,” said Andrew Stuart nervously, if I 
should see him, I should not believe it was he.” 


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The fact is,” resumed Thomas Flanagan, “ Mr. 
Fogg^s project was absurdly foolish. Whatever his 
punctuality, he could not prevent the delays which 
were certain to occur; and a delay of only two or 
three days would be fatal to his tour.” 

Observe, too,” added John Sullivan, “ that we 
have received no intelligence from him, though there 
are telegraphic lines all along his route.” 

“ He has lost, gentlemen,” said Andrew Stuart, — 
“ he has a hundred times lost. You know, besides, 
that the ^ China ’ — the only steamer he could have 
taken from New York to get here in time — arrived 
yesterday. I have seen a list of the passengers, and 
the name of Phileas Fogg is not among them. Even 
if we admit that fortune has favoured him, he can 
scarcely have reached America. I think he will be at 
least twenty days behindhand, and that Lord Albe- 
marle will lose a cool five thousand.” 

“ It is clear,” replied Gauthier Ralph ; “ and we 
have nothing to do but to present Mr. Fogg's check 
at Baring's to-morrow.” 

At this moment, the hands of the club clock pointed 
to twenty minutes to nine. 

“ Five minutes more,” said Andrew Stuart. 

The five gentlemen looked at each other. Their 
anxiety was becoming intense ; but, not wishing to 
betray it, they readily assented to Mr. Fallentin's 
proposal of a rubber. 


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“ I wouldn’t give up my four thousand of the bet,” 
said Andrew Stuart, as he took his seat, for three 
thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.” 

The clock indicated eighteen minutes to nine. 

The players took up their cards, but could not keep 
their eyes off the clock. Certainly, however secure 
they felt, minutes had never seemed so long to 
them ! 

“ Seventeen minutes to nine,” said Thomas Flana- 
gan, as he icut the cards which Ralph handed to 
him. 

Then there was a moment of silence. The great 
saloon was perfectly quiet; but the murmurs of the 
crowd outside were heard, with now and then a shrill 
cry. The pendulum beat the seconds, which each 
player eagerly counted, as he listened, with mathemat- 
ical regularity. 

“Sixteen minutes to nine!” said John Sullivan, in 
a voice which betrayed his emotion. 

One minute more, and the wager would be won. 
Andrew Stuart and his partners suspended their game. 
They left their cards, and counted the seconds. 

At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still 
nothing. 

At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, 
followed by applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls. 

The players rose from their seats. 

At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon 


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opened; and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth 
second when Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an 
excited crowd who had forced their way through the 
club doors, and in his calm voice, said, Here I am, 
gentlemen I ” 


CHAPTER XXXVII 

IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT PHILEAS FOGG GAINED 
NOTHING BY HIS TOUR AROUND THE WORLD, UNLESS 
IT WERE HAPPINESS 

Yes ; Phileas Fogg in person. 

The reader will remember that at five minutes past 
eight in the evening — about five and twenty hours 
after the arrival of the travellers in London — Passe- 
partout had been sent by his master to engage the 
services of the Reverend Samuel Wilson in a certain 
marriage ceremony, which was to take place the next 
day. 

Passepartout went on his errand enchanted. He 
soon reached the clergyman’s house, but found him 
not at home. Passepartout waited a good twenty 
minutes, and when he left the reverend gentleman, it 
was thirty-five minutes past eight. But in what a 
state he was ! With his hair in disorder, and without 
his hat, he ran along the street as never man was seen 
to run before, overturning passers-by, rushing over 
the sidewalk like a waterspout. 

In three minutes he was in Saville Row again, and 
staggered breathlessly into Mr. Fogg’s room. 

He could not speak. 


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“ What is the matter ? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“ My master ! ’’ gasped Passepartout, — marriage 
— impossible — ” 

“ Impossible ? ” 

“ Impossible — for to-morrow.” 

“Why so?” 

“ Because to-morrow — is Sunday ! ” 

“ Monday,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

“ No — to-day — is Saturday.” 

“ Saturday ? Impossible ! ” 

“ Yes, yes, yes, yes ! ” cried Passepartout. “ You 
have made a mistake of one day ! We arrived twenty- 
four hours ahead of time; but there are only ten 
minutes left ! ” 

Passepartout had seized his master by the collar, 
and was dragging him along with irresistible force. 

Phileas Fogg, thus kidnapped, without having time 
to think, left his house, jumped into a cab, promised 
a hundred pounds to the cabman, and, having run over 
two dogs and overturned five carriages, reached the 
Reform Club. 

The clock indicated a quarter before nine when he 
appeared in the great saloon. 

Phileas Fogg had accomplished the journey round 
the world in eighty days ! 

Phileas Fogg had won his wager of twenty thousand 
pounds ! 

How was it that a man so exact and fastidious could 


3o8 around the WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 


have made this error of a day ? How came he to think 
that he had arrived in London on Saturday, the 
twenty-first day of December, when it was really Fri- 
day, the twentieth, the seventy-ninth day only from his 
departure ? 

The cause of the error is very simple. 

Phileas Fogg had, without suspecting it, gained one 
day on his journey, and this merely because he had 
travelled constantly eastward; he would, on the con- 
trary, have lost a day, had he gone in the opposite 
direction — -that is, westward. 

In journeying eastward he had gone towards the 
sun, and the days therefore diminished for him as 
many times four minutes as he crossed degrees in this 
direction. There are three hundred and sixty degrees 
on the circumference of the earth; and these three 
hundred and sixty degrees, multiplied by four minutes, 
gives precisely twenty-four hours — ^that is, the day 
unconsciously gained. In other words, while Phileas 
Fogg, going eastward, saw the sun pass the meridian 
eighty times, his friends in London only saw it pass 
the meridian seventy-nine times. This is why they 
awaited him at the Reform Club on Saturday, and not 
Sunday, as Mr. Fogg thought. 

And Passepartout’s famous family watch, which had 
always kept London time, would have betrayed this 
fact, if it had marked the days as well as the hours and 
minutes ! 


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Phileas Fogg, then, had won the twenty thousand 
pounds ; but as he had spent nearly nineteen thousand 
on the way, the pecuniary gain was small. His object 
was, however, to be victorious, and not to win money. 
He divided the one thousand pounds that remained 
between Passepartout and the unfortunate Fix, against 
whom he cherished no grudge. He deducted, however, 
from Passepartout’s share the cost of the gas which 
had burned in his room for nineteen hundred and 
twenty hours, for the sake of regularity. 

That evening, Mr. Fogg, as tranquil and phlegmatic 
as ever, said to Aouda, “ Is our marriage still agree- 
able to you ? ” 

Mr. Fogg,” replied she, “ it is for me to ask that 
question. You were ruined, but now you are rich 
again.” 

Pardon me, madam ; my fortune belongs to you. 
If you had not suggested our marriage, my servant 
would not have gone to the Reverend Samuel Wilson’s, 
I should not have been apprised of my error 
and—” 

“Dear Mr. Fogg!” said the young woman. 

“ Dear Aouda 1 ” replied Phileas Fogg* 

It need not be said that the marriage took place 
forty-eight hours after, and that Passepartout, glow- 
ing and dazzling, gave the bride away. Had he not 
saved her, and was he not entitled to this honour? 

The next day, as soon as it was light. Passepartout 


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rapped vigorously at his master's door. Mr. Fogg 
opened it, and asked, “ What’s the matter. Passepar- 
tout?” 

“ What is it, sir? Why, I’ve just this instant found 
out—” 

‘‘ What? ” 

“ That we might have made the tour of the world in 
only seventy-eight days.” 

“No doubt,” returned Mr. Fogg, “ by not crossing 
India. But if I had not crossed India, I should not 
have saved Aouda ; she would not have been my wife, 
and—” 

Mr. Fogg quietly shut the door. 

Phileas Fogg had won his wager, and had made his 
journey around the world in eighty days. To do this, 
he had employed every means of conveyance — steam- 
ers, railways, carriages, yachts, trading-vessels, sledges, 
elephants. The eccentric gentleman had throughout 
displayed all his marvellous qualities of coolness and 
exactitude. But what then ? What had he really gained 
by all this trouble? What had he brought back from 
this long and weary journey? 

Nothing, say you? Perhaps so; nothing but a 
charming woman, who, strange as it may appear, made 
him the happiest of men ! 

Truly, would you not for less than that make the 
tour around the world? 












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